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WHERE THE SUN SHINES 



WHERE THE SUN 
SHINES 



BY 

GERTRUDE CAPEN WHITNEY 

AutKor of "I Choose", "Yet 5peake4\ He", "Roses From my Garden' 
"Above <Ke Shame of Circumstance", and "^The House of Landell" 



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CONTENTS 



CHAPTER 1 7 

CHAPTER n 17 

CHAPTER HI 22 

CHAPTER IV 30 

CHAPTER V 36 

CHAPTER VI 43 

CHAPTER VII 47 

CHAPTER VIII 55 

CHAPTER IX 62 

CHAPTER X , dl 

CHAPTER XI 1(i 

CHAPTER XII 83 

CHAPTER XIII 91 

CHAPTER XIV 97 

CHAPTER XV 105 

CHAPTER XVI 107 

CHAPTER XVII 113 

CHAPTER XVIII 117 

CHAPTER XIX 119 

CHAPTER XX 120 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

PART ONE 

CHAPTER I 

His Majesty, Hypocrates Socrates Moon 
was a worthy king in many ways. His do- 
mains extended over vast tracts of country 
where ice-bound streams ran merrily up hill 
and tropical flowers enlivened the dead 
blackness of unbroken expanses of snow. 
He had wealth untold. Gold mines, like 
towering castles, stood erect upon the sur- 
rounding plains. Rivers of liquid silver 
rushed underground with the sound of 
mighty roaring. His audience chamber was 
adorned with tapestries of filmy lace, into 
which, traced with masterly workmanship, 
were representations of wonderful land- 
scapes unknown to king or subjects. All of 
these, upside down. 

The throne was not at one end of the 
throne room; but exactly in the centre, 
though His Majesty, Hypocrates Socrates 
Moon was seldom seated thereon. He was 
a funny old king. One of his strictest man- 
dates was that every one should earn his 
salt. If some unlucky subject failed to earn 
it in some way or another before the old 
king learned of his incapacity or his indo- 



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lence, the malefactor was sent to the salt 
mines. These, instead of being underground, 
were spread over the tops of mountains. 
There was the terrible climb to get there 
and then the climb down and up again. 
This was, for all the world, like the tumbles 
and climbs in the life of the earth. These 
people knew nothing at all of the life of the 
earth or of any but of their own land. If 
things there, seem upside down to us, who 
read of that strange country, they seemed 
right side up to the dwellers thereof. This 
points, after all, to the fact, that nobody sees 
anything as anybody else does unless he 
lives in precisely the same spot, and sees with 
'the very same eyes, at the very same identi- 
cal moment, and at exactly the very same 
angle, the very same thing. Does this ever 
occur! 

As I say, the old king was seldom on his 
throne. He kept it there, he said, as a remi- 
niscence of inquisition days, when people 
were set to rule over conditions they knew 
nothing about, and to guide men through 
paths they, themselves had never travelled. 
A queer looking thing called a crown hung 
over the uncomfortable throne chair. The 
old king called it an instrument of torture 
for measuring, and compressing to a given 
and most limited size and weight, the brains 
it was supposed to encircle. He always said, 
"supposed.'* It was his theory that wearing 
that heavy band upon the head generation 



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after generation had so reduced the size and 
weight of royal brains, that, more often than 
not, a post mortem examination revealed 
that there was no brain there; nothing but a 
mass of egotism reduced to gelatine. 

This all goes to prove that in the land of 
upside down, there may be opinions worthy 
of consideration. 

One very upside down method in this land 
of Hypocrates Socrates Moon was, that 
Hypocrates, himself, was a very good pat- 
tern for his people in many ways ; only that 
he was so testy, so wrathy, so ill-tempered! 
In this, indeed, he seemed like many rulers in 
the lands of right side up. 

This may suggest that it takes keen per- 
ception to differentiate between right side up 
and upside down. 

Hypocrates Socrates Moon insisted on 
drawing all the water that was used in his 
kingdom. He believed (perhaps Ruskin was 
born in Socrates' kingdom) that there was 
only one way to restore a brain that had been 
dried away and fried away, dessicated and 
blown away under that crown on that inqui- 
sition stand in the middle of that great 
throne chamber. It was to refuse to admit 
any machinery or labor-saving device into 
the kingdom under pain — not of death, death 
never seemed a bug-a-boo to old Hypocrates 
Socrates Moon; but of being exiled into the 
land of Stern Experience. There the offender 
was to test himself out, as one might say. 



10 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

Had it not been for this wise rule of the 
funny old king, the Kingdom of the Moon 
might have become, in truth, what we, on 
earth, have been taught to believe it — dead 
and done for. 

Hypocrates had his own way of doing 
work. He was just as autocratic in demand- 
ing that his will be followed in the lines of 
democracy and of what he called equality, as 
ever the fiercest of the old forefather kings 
had been in compelling aristocracy and what 
they termed superiority. Besides banishing 
and hotpotting, ever so many new punish- 
ments were in vogue with him. 

One punishment consisted in putting some- 
thing queer-shaped under you and blowing 
you to pieces and letting you tumble together 
again any way you happened to. One subject 
invented a machine that would hold you to- 
gether in shape, even though you tumbled to 
pieces when the bomb went off. It was a 
sort of thing such as the children of the earth 
play with, the tumble-down-picked-together 
skeleton, you know. 

He was quickly found out and duly dis- 
posed of by being made to spend the rest of 
his days in being constantly blown up and 
putting himself together again, so that, 
pretty soon, he didn't any more know what 
was coming than stock speculators do in the 
land of the earth. 

Hypocrates Socrates Moon drew the water 
that was used in his kingdom down from a 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 11 

well in a pail. This well was suspended over 
the castle, way, way up in the air. By the 
bye, this air was less like vital fluid than 
like the atmosphere of a New York tenement 
house. When he grew tired of carrying the 
pail, he hung it on a horn that stuck out on 
the end of his kingdom in the funniest man- 
ner. When the horn took care of the pail, all 
well and good. When, as was sometimes the 
case, the horn turned the other way, in ac- 
cordance with the general, but sometimes 
broken rule of having things upside down, 
such a deluge poured from the little pail upon 
the subjects that, with one accord, they fled 
to the subterranean rivers. There they con- 
cealed themselves until the horn could take 
care of its charge again. 

As in most epidemics of fear, this method 
of protection had been followed, in the first 
instance, on account of the real fright of 
some one person. Having found its advan- 
tages, the subjects were no longer averse to 
pursuing the policy on every possible occa- 
sion. The king never would part voluntarily 
with any of the treasures of his land of the 
moon; but these victims of the deluge soon 
found that they could make away with vast 
quantities of treasure from the waters of the 
subterranean rivers which coated them with 
precious metal during their superimposed 
bath. 

As the king refused to have guards and 
patrols and attempted to keep his individual 



12 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

eye on everything — another upside down 
method to which he was addicted — his sub- 
jects succeeded in evading him and often got 
away with an enormous amount of treasure. 

Hypocrates Socrates Moon was also very 
fond of gathering chips for the cook's 
kitchen fire. In this work — we must not call 
it labor, since he enjoyed it — he was fol- 
lowed by a mangy cur. It had lost its voice 
and could not tell its master that while his 
royal eye was fixed upon a splinter, great 
tracts of mammoth pines were being de- 
nuded for the purpose of making ships to 
transport vast quantities of wealth away 
from the moon to the land of Better-Than- 
This and the Islands of Do-and-Dare. 

I have told you what a testy old king was 
Hypocrates Socrates Moon; how really mon- 
archical instead of democratic were his de- 
mands and punishments. You will not be 
surprised, then, to learn how he treated his 
son. 

One evening, as he was about to shut up 
his kingdom, at curfew, he found that his 
youngest son, Biocletes, was missing. 

Biocletes had always been a difficult pro- 
position to the old father. Instead of terrori- 
zing the boy, the king's method of training 
was accomplishing what he claimed for it 
but, somehow, never seemed pleased to see 
realized. It had stirred up the protoplasmic 
brain of Biocletes on which no binding of 
crown had ever made its compression. 



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The father, finding that this youngest son 
of his had gone off on some still hunt of his 
own, was furiously angry. He was so en- 
raged, that, at first, he almost decided to put 
the young man on to the throne. He would 
compel him to wear the crown, until his skull 
should be surely beyond chance of future in- 
crease in service or individual achievement. 

Somehow, that punishment, upon consid- 
eration, did not seem severe enough to fit the 
crime. Finally, he determined to visit upon 
the boy, the very worst of all his punish- 
ments. This, as I have said before, consisted 
in exiling the offender into the land of stern 
experience, there to test himself out. So, 
with a roar of rage, the king himself — he 
had no gatekeeper — crashed to the gates of 
his dominions, which suddenly dropped out 
of sight behind some forest trees. 

Just as the gates swung to, a small voice 
was heard outside. 

"It's me, father, it's me!" You see that 
even in grammar the moon had its own up- 
side down methods of expression, "Papa, it's 
me!" 

"Stay there, then!" Hypocrates Socrates 
was more furious than ever at not being 
called by his dress up name. You see, it was 
the upside down idea of moondom that aris- 
tocrats are just as entitled to prefixes to their 
names as are democrats and laborers! 

"Papa ! Father ! King Hypocrates Socra- 
tes Moon! Let me in, I beg!" 



14 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

Now, another upside down and extremely 
funny way known nowhere (?) outside the 
moon, was this : The king, having made up 
his mind, couldn't see matters in any other 
light. Having once been addressed in a cer- 
tain manner, he could not seem to hear from 
his son's lips, any other name than the des- 
pised ''papa !" however much the boy might 
resort, later, to most elaborate titles. Having 
trained his son in the beginnings of indivi- 
dual thinking, nevertheless, he could not for 
a moment brook the idea of having the boy 
use his own mind against him — the king! — 
He should do and dare only after the ideas 
and plans of His Majesty, King Hypocrates 
Socrates Moon. 

With all this in his mind, the old King re- 
mained obdurate. 

"O noble King Hypocrates Socrates Moon, 
let me in, I beg!" 

"Not I!" roared His Majesty, who was 
democratic enough to bellow at people. He 
felt, that, by so doing, he pandered to a still 
flowing current of royalty within him, even 
though it might move sluggishly. 

''O Sir Hypoc— " 

Incensed at the pertinacity of his son — a 
trait that was a special gift from his father, 
as well as to silence the boy's pleadings, the 
king turned the liquid silver waters of the 
subterranean rivers upon him. In his wrath, 
he did not note that he had made a mistake 
and was not, as he had intended, deluging the 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES IS 

recreant with the ordinary drinking waters 
of the sky well. 

''Shut up!" he bellowed. Thereby, he pro- 
ceeded to shut him out — the more surely by 
a double barricading of the heavy gates. 

The young prince suddenly found himself 
covered from head to foot with glittering 
silver. The drops that continued to fall after 
the downpour had ceased, formed delicate 
chasings and brilliant sparkling ornaments 
for his armor and a helmet of beautiful 
workmanship for his head. 

The irate father had quickly discovered the 
mistake he had made, and shut the spillway 
so that this beautiful punishment was robbed 
of what might otherwise have proven too 
weighty in result. 

"Get out and stay out !" he roared, opening 
the gates of his kingdom a wee bit. Thereby, 
because of his anger, he weakened the first 
terrifying effects of the penalty, for the 
open entrance allowed light to escape and 
fall for a short distance on the dense black- 
ness that spread before the exile. Thus he 
was enabled to see a very little way into the 
unknown into which he was shortly to be 
plunged. 

''Learn w^hat it means to disobey my com- 
mands !" Before the final slamming to of the 
gates, the king threw into the pathetic face 
of the exile, one handful after another of 
diamonds and amethysts and pearls and gold 
dust, not to help him on his way; but as an 



16 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

especially vindictive assistance to his exo- 
dus. These embedded themselves in the still 
soft and malleable coating forming the silver 
armor. The gates shut again with an 
ominous menace of finality and Biocletes 
Socrates Moon was left alone in black and 
impenetrable darkness. 



CHAPTER II 

Prince Biocletes felt deeply grieved at his 
father's wrath; but bravely decided to pene- 
trate the blackness about him, and if he could 
get any light upon his surroundings, to in- 
vestigate the country. 

For a long time he struggled on. He heard 
voices. These came to him through the 
blackness. They expressed nothing but a 
jargon of noises that made his flesh creep. 
Earnestly, but in vain, he tried to translate 
the sounds into directions for himself and 
release from his predicament. The gelati- 
nous substance within the skull that had es- 
caped the compression of the inhibiting cir- 
clet called crown, seemed to roll about in his 
head as if trying to attract his attention. 
Biocletes did not recognize the movement as 
any effort on the part of his wits to assert 
themselves. The movement made his head 
feel a trifle queer. 

While he was trying to overcome the dis- 
agreeable sensation of incipient thinking, one 
by one the voices of the dark grew fainter, 
fading away before the brain stirrings of 
their intended victim. 

Still the dark rolled about him like unto 
the surf of the sea. It tossed him upon great 
crests and flung him into troughs. Slimy 
monsters, like the fabled creatures of the 



18 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

deep swam beside him. The slipperiness of 
the blackness, moulded into indistinguishable 
forms, sickened him until he thought that he 
should die. The moonlight was cold and 
queer. It had always given him the impres- 
sion that it was something dead. Had he 
thought, he might have expressed the im- 
pression this way: It was less like what he 
would call real light than it was like the fun- 
gus that exudes and shines with malefic and 
uncertain glow above the bodies on the battle 
fields. These, having given up their inha- 
bitants — their souls — make holocaust of 
the gasses and the tissues that formed them, 
the sooner to free their souls from what 
those coverings had bound them to. It had 
been thoroughly unsatisfactory, even nau- 
seous, to him, but it had been better than 
this awful black dark that seemed so fright- 
fully busy and teeming with venomous life. 
So dreadfully sly about it, too. 

He was tossed and pitched and tumbled 
about so much that if you had been there 
you surely must have thought he was in a 
training camp for moving picture pugilists. 
When he was standing up, he found he was 
sitting down with a great weight upon his 
chest. As soon as he began to wonder if he 
had a chest and where it was, he was landed 
(so he might have described the scenario 
from his knowledge of moving pictures) 
upon a table in the midst of hot apple pie, 
custard and wine bottles. 



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Prohibition had reached the moon as well 
as the earth. Though there was no wine, the 
king, for the sake of auld lang syne clung to 
the bottles and caraffes, because it gave 
esprit, if not spirit in toto, to the banquet 
table. He was so mean, was Hypocrates So- 
crates Moon, there, really, never was very 
much other than esprit at the table. Food 
cost too much, he grumbled and people were 
such pigs you couldn't serve it again. Now, 
dishes were a different matter. Those, you 
could use over and over. Good dishes and 
wine bottles gave a very fine appearance, 
without such a tremendous expenditure be- 
yond the initial cost, centuries ago. The in- 
terest on the money? He did grudge that; 
but he had borrowed it for practically 
nothing, intended never to repay it; so one 
might really call it an investment. This up- 
side down method seemed to him, entirely 
original, and he proudly declared that such 
skilful financing was unknown in any other 
land or sphere in all the universes. 

Yes, Biocletes was no sooner landed in the 
midst of wine bottles and ice cream than he 
felt himself go whop into the arms of an 
angel of beauty who proved to be a wild cat 
in human form. She had a garrotte and mar- 
velous strength in her hands. The garrotte, 
she proceeded to use with such skill that she 
all but killed him — really thought she had 
done so, and flung him contemptuously on to 
the crest of a mammoth wave. Again he 



20 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

heard monster voices travelling along beside 
him. One contended with another as to 
which would finally swallow him when the 
waves and the moving picture beauties and 
pugilists had churned him into a substance 
sufficiently digestible. 

Next, Biocletes found himself inside an 
immense cream whip and felt himself be- 
coming all froth. 

This gave him rather a sense of relief. He 
did not believe that fish would care to eat 
anything so foamy as he felt he had become. 
He thought they could eat the foam off the 
tops of the waves if they wanted froth. 

At last he reaHzed that all this tossing and 
beating was for the purpose of making him 
as light as possible.. He felt the cover fly off 
the cream whip, and over he foamed — all of 
him, strange to say! 

He was poured into the current of a breeze 
that lifted him away from the fish voices 
and the strange mixture into which he had 
been tossed, of ocean and banquet table, 
cream whip and moving picture town. It 
bore him along, he wondering where, until 
the gelatine inside the skull began to form 
into tiny cells through the speed of his transit 
and the intensity of his attempts to think out 
where he was going to land. 

On he was taken in the arms of the breeze, 
which grew momentarily to the proportions 
of a hurricane, on, on, in a state of wild un- 
reasoning undirected precipitancy. Had he 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 21 

not been held to a centre by the very fury of 
the motion about him surely what was left 
of him as froth, from the cream whip; as 
will, from the ocean billows and their fur- 
rows, and as courage, from the whispering 
sea monsters, would have been tossed into 
particles of air and disintegrated. 

Strange to say, the gelatine within the 
skull which bore upon its shape and sub- 
stance the felon brand of crown, was forming 
more and more, through this wild irresistible 
motion, into cells, that, each unto itself, 
seemed to demand something. To demand it 
futilely and weakly; still, to demand. 

As yet, through it all, there had come to 
Prince Biocletes no definite call to go or to 
come to any specific decision or place. When, 
at length, the tornado had exhausted, spent, 
capitulated itself and all its treasures to the 
superior forces of calm, with more real true 
air in him than he had ever inhaled before, 
Biocletes Socrates Moon found himself in the 
midst of a stillness so deep, so searching, so 
invigorating, that the litttle cells within the 
emancipated forehead whispered feebly, "I 
would rest." 



CHAPTER III 

Slowly, softly, gently, Biocletes Socrates 
Moon was wafted down on a couch of green 
such as his own land of the moon had never 
disclosed to him. 

When he had rested a little, he looked 
sleepily about him. He found himself in a 
land quite different from his own. There 
was no snow. All about him were great bou- 
quets of green in immense wooden bouquet 
holders. These towered many feet in the 
air. He found he was cradled in the heart of 
one of these bouquets, that it felt very pleas- 
ant and smelt very sweet. Strange feathered 
things that sang in musical twittering notes 
came close to him. Though it was dark, it 
was not the horrid dark that had surrounded 
him when he was tossed about on the crests 
and in the troughs of the sea. The voices 
of these feathered things seemed friendly. 
They seemed to whisper advice through the 
shadows, advice he could not understand but 
felt to be good. The tiny cells moved about 
in his head until they fairly squirmed in their 
desire to know what was meant by what was 
being said. This made his head feel very un- 
certain and wriggly. 

He put out his hand to touch the twitter- 
ing creatures. His fingers rested on the funny 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 23 

beds they were nestling in — little roundish 
things made of horsehair and hay and straw 
and bits of paper. He tried to penetrate the 
darkness, that, with his eyes he might exa- 
mine more closely, these tiny houses. All he 
could see with his eyes, was two small round 
blazing things, as, with a bloodcurdling hoot, 
something sailed heavily away. Biocletes 
nearly fainted with terror. As for the cells 
within the crown-warped head, they fairly 
began to talk to each other in the great and 
overwhelming surprise and excitement of 
these wonderful experiences. 

Biocletes lay quiet for some time after this 
shock. He decided that he would wait awhile 
before striving to penetrate the dark that 
was so dense. He seemed to feel, however, 
that the blackness was losing its spissitude, 
that it was becoming gray. As he lay there 
all alone, he began to think about the home 
he had left. He cast his eyes about in vain 
conjecture as to its whereabouts and the path 
he had travelled to get into this land of Don't 
Know Where. 

As his eyes circled the horizon, they espied 
a mass of clouds rushing along over a blue 
field in which was set a pale gold ball. It was 
that which had given a gray shade to the 
density of the blackness that was surround- 
ing him. He did not know what it was. In 
fact, it was the kingdom of the old king, 
Hypocrates Socrates Moon, who had gotten 
over his rage at the disobedience of his son, 



24 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

and was in a passion of grief at what he had 
done to his baby. For some time, he had been 
sending out search lights to guide the lad 
home again; but the search lights had availed 
naught, though the king had given orders 
to keep the lights burning brightly for many 
nights, always, until the day should come. 

The search lights from this big gold ball 
high up in the sky had dispelled more of the 
darkness. Now it was almost bright about 
Biocletes. The lad's head felt all wiggly 
again as the newly made cells began to talk 
to each other and to look out with a dull in- 
terest upon what the dim light was revealing 
to them. Half distinguishable objects piqued 
their curiosity. They all made such a pecu- 
liar stir inside Biocletes that he rose from his 
leafy resting place and walked straight off 
the trees and out to the air. He threaded the 
path on a noble highway of atmosphere until 
he discerned a light far, far below. At first, 
it seemed as if he would continue listessly on 
the path by which he had first left the tree; 
that is, unless he was shaken or tossed, or, 
in some way, other than by his own direction, 
compelled to change his course. The queer 
feeling came to his head again. That head of 
his was doing funny things inside itself. It 
seemed to be attracted to that light far, far 
below. Before Biocletes realized it thorough- 
ly, his whole being tingled to find out what 
that light would reveal to him. Added to 
that sense of attraction, there came a feeling 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 25 

neither entirely new nor yet, entirely old, — 
a feeling that he wished to follow that at- 
traction and find out what good and pleasant 
thing awaited him down there in the light. 

No sooner had he made up, what were the 
beginnings of his mind, to seek that light, 
than, with incredible speed and with no dif- 
ficulty at all, he shot accurately down into 
the very heart thereof. He found himself 
beside a stream in which water sprites were 
disporting gaily. 

"Good evening to you," said one, floating 
lightly upon the surface, as she greeted the 
prince. ''So you are a moonbeam, I presume !" 
She laughed saucily. 

"1 am Prince Biocletes Socrates Moon, son 
of His Majesty, Hypocrates Socrates Moon." 
Biocletes was very dignified. He was very 
much disturbed at the flippancy of this beau- 
tiful creature and determined to check it at 
once with a manner of hauteur. As one of 
the crown-branded race of aristocrats, he 
had been far more in the habit of addressing 
others as the water sprite was addressing 
him, than he was of being so addressed. He 
recalled that his father often talked that 
way, when he did not roar and bellow at you. 
This lovely creature cooed at you and her 
voice was limpid and sweet and made your 
heart feel as if it were being drawn gently 
by some invisible chain, straight down to 
the gleaming throat of the sprite. The feel- 
ing sent funny sensations to his arms that 



26 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

twitched to enfold her. It told his lips that 
there were none sweeter in all the world for 
his own to rest upon, than the lips of the 
wonderful being who floated on the water 
before him, once in a while, disappearing be- 
neath the sparkling waves, the further to 
tantalize him. 

His head stopped feeling wiggly just then, 
quite as if the cells inside had gone back to 
gelatine again; but a very strange feeling 
began in his left side just under his ribs. 
When he tried to answer the saucy sprite, a 
dry feeling prevented his articulating clearly. 
When he succeeded in speaking at all, he 
scarcely recognized his voice, it was so soft. 
All the hauteur had gone out of it, and there 
had come into it, a quality that was really 
very humble. It was a different sort of hum- 
ble from that he felt toward his father when 
he wanted to get home and was frightened. 
He was a little bit frightened, now; but it 
was a delicious fright. 

Of course Biocletes did not stop to analyze 
all these feelings. He only kept on enjoying 
the bumpy feeling about the lower part of 
his ribs, and the choky feeling in his throat. 
As to the way he was mumbling his speech, 
that didn't seem to matter so much, for the 
sprite was still talking, and in such an inde- 
pendent saucy manner that all these feelings 
inside him were being made to increase 
rather than to diminish. 

''Where's the moon?" the sprite was in- 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 27 

quiring with her delicious soupcon of impu- 
dence. 

*'He has retired, madame," Biocletes tried 
to make this response sound stiff and royal. 
He failed signally. 

The sprite was not in the least bit abashed. 
She only laughed. 

''Oh, you are shut out, are you !'' 

This remark made him feel so very much 
like a little boy, that he made no reply. Not 
until then, had it occurred to him how very 
weak-minded he must seem to others, that 
he had not the will to get into his own habita- 
tion. 

''But then,'' he sighed inwardly, "Not 
everyone knows what a terror of a father I 
have." 

Although Biocletes' father had made a 
present of some of his own will to Biocletes, 
when the boy was born, he had spent all of 
Biocletes' life in trying to crush that will out 
of his son and increase his own holdings in 
the precious commodity. For that reason, 
Biocletes, though the cause was not patent, 
to him, had been, when at home, at a great 
disadvantage as regards the exercise of his 
will. Now that he was away from the stern 
parental eye, that will rose within him, to- 
gether with a feeling he had never had be- 
fore. An earth man would have recognized 
it somewhat akin to choler. No sprite like 
this beauty should play upon his will or on 
that queer thing that thumped so under his 



28 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

ribs and made him want alternately to kiss 
her for her charm and spank her for her 
naughtiness. He would speak if he wanted 
to and as he wanted to, with no mealy mouth 
or humble pie ! 

"Don't you mind," the sprite was saying- 
comfortingly, in such dulcet tones that Bio- 
cletes immediately felt something that had 
begun to stiffen inside him, grow soft like a 
whalebone that your corsetiere puts in water 
all night so she can shape it into your corsets. 

'Tonight is a capital night to be out in the 
world! Dear me! I wouldn't stay in the 
moon with everything upside down, for any- 
thing!" 

^'Upside down? Is everything upside 
down?" 

''Sure," retorted the sprite jocularly. 

"Perhaps that is why I always felt rather 
out of place there. I would prefer to have 
things right side up. Are things always right 
side up in the earth?" 

"Sure!" The sprite's vocabulary did not 
seem very extensive. "Let's go on some tra- 
vels." She rose from the water and floated 
in the air like the delicate mist that rises 
over the river as the sun goes down. 

"I thank you, madame," Biocletes returned 
politely, even if a trifle stiflly and stiltedly 
and with a degree of humility that undoubt- 
edly pleased the sprite. 

So they started out. 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 29 

"I should like to go to that castle over 
there on the hillside," said the sprite. 

^'Very well," said Biocletes, ''So should I." 
They directed their passage toward the 
castle garden which they could see in the dis- 
tance. 



CHAPTER IV 

One scarcely knows how to describe to 
you the method of the locomotion of Bio- 
cletes and the sprite. Surely, they did not 
walk, nor did they fly. They skimmed the 
ground, rose to the tops of trees, kissed the 
hearts of the sleeping poppies and caressed 
the roses, sometimes lingering, sometimes 
moving swiftly. Perhaps it might be said 
that they danced their way; but oh, the pass- 
ing of them was beautiful. All heaviness of 
motion they were relieved of, at the same 
time they had weight enough to do what 
they wished to with themselves. If they 
wanted to sit upon a thistle down, they could 
do so; also, they could remain there without 
holding on to it lest a vagrant, lightminded 
zephyr blow them away. They were a wee 
bit afraid of the big winds. Biocletes recalled 
the fury of the embrace of the big wind that 
had landed him on the forest trees, (that is 
what the sprite told Biocletes they were 
named, laughing scornfully at his ignorance, 
the while.) She made Biocletes feel that he 
would learn as quickly as possible so the 
sprite might have no honest reason to make 
fun of him. 

The sprite said that a breeze of any sort 
irritated her extremely. She said it made her 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 31 

feel as if she was going to be dried up, pre- 
sently, dried up to nothing, and never find 
herself as her old self any more. She said she 
felt as if it might turn her into a cloud or 
something, or tip her into the water, never 
to come out again; not to drov^n exactly, but 
— oh dear, she didn't know w^hat ! She only 
knew it made her feel fretty. But w^hat was 
the use of getting into the w^ay of anything 
that made you feel fretty, w^hen you could 
rest under tall blades of grass and let the 
old breeze hunt for you if it wanted to, and 
never find you ! She said a breeze had to stop 
to take breath, and while it was blowing 
itself up inside, for another onslaught on 
something or somebody, they two could just 
skip out from one hiding place to another. 
Anyway, she said, breezes didn't cover the 
earth. They were dreadfully limited. Why, 
she had seen corn fields blown all to bits, and 
right near by, it would be so still, near the 
brooks in the valleys, that you almost 
smother for a breath. It was all very funny, 
and for her part, she didn't intend to let the 
old breeze frighten her. 

She chattered on, not allowing Biocletes to 
get a bit of a word in, till in the very midst 
of her big boast about what she was going 
to do with the wind, a little whiff of air, being 
a bit more forceful than the rest about her, 
sent her panting under a mullein leaf. It was 
some time before Biocletes could coax her 
out. 



32 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

"Come," he urged, "It all looks so wonder- 
ful to me and there is so much to see, do let's 
hurry." 

"Now that is an awfully silly speech of 
yours, Biocletes!" The sprite crawled out 
from under the mullein leaf not a bit abashed 
at her cowardice. "The quicker you learn it, 
the better it will be for you." 

"Learn what special thing? I have very 
much to learn; but what is the specialty?" 

"That you can go quicker by going slow, 
than you can by hurrying. Hurrying makes 
you so fearfully nervous. It dries you up, 
too." 

"What makes you talk so much about dry- 
ing* up? I never think of drying up." 

"Of course not !" scornfully. "You'd only 
slide out and disappear, go up in moonshine, 
if anything scared you very much. Now, if I 
were to dry up, I feel sure I'd be something 
else. Dear me, I don't believe you'd ever be 
anything else but moonshine. Moonshine is 
always just moonshine, or else nothing at 
all." 

"That makes me feel very sad." Prince 
Biocletes sounded very mournful. "I do want 
to be something worth while. You have 
made me see things so different. You are a 
wee bit spiteful at times, but that may be 
good for me. I'd never met but two sorts of 
treatment in all my life; either a dreary lot 
of respect from my father's subjects, or a 
dreadful amount of abuse from my father. 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 33 

Neither kind is companionable. I never had 
a companion before I met you." 

Ingratiatingly, he moved a little nearer to 
the sprite, and started to put his arm about 
her. The sprite dodged the approaching 
caress. 

^Tshaw! That isn't what companions do! 
Companions take hands and skip rope over 
the gossamers. Don't you see those lovely 
gossamers spread over the grass? They are 
most w^onderful things ! Nobody knows who 
put them there, or how they got there. Some 
people call them spider webs; but they are 
not. They are just — just — " The volubility 
of the sprite failed her. She closed her de- 
scription with jumping over one or two of 
the gossamers and stopping before another 
one. 

"Pretty dear, it looks thirsty and not so 
happy as the others. I am going to give it a 
present." 

She breathed upon it. A refreshing dew 
spread over the surface of the dainty gossa- 
mer. 

''Suppose you kiss it!" she laughed, ''Do 
your initial lovemaking on her instead of on 
me. I have found that initial lovemakers are 
very poor at the work. I'd rather you would 
take lessons on someone else. Come, quick, 
make love to the gossamer." 

"How?" 

Truly enough, the bewildered Biocletes 
had little idea of lovemaking. The cglls in 



34 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

his head had suddenly stopped working as 
if they had clubbed together not to give him 
a single idea. The bumpity-bump which had 
set up such a commotion in the region of his 
ribs, when first he met the sprite, was sub- 
siding, so that he was looking at her and 
thinking of her less now, than he was of the 
wonders opening up before him on every 
side. 

''How!" scoffed the sprite, "The idea of 
asking me how! Kiss her!" 

The sprite had noted how much more 
clearly Biocletes was speaking when he 
addressed her. She resented it that he no 
longer choked and palpitated when he looked 
at her or she at him. She wished to play a 
trick on him. She knew the gossamer would 
not reciprocate his attentions. She hoped, 
that, in his disappointment, he would turn 
again to her, with the open, unaffected 
admiration of their first meeting. 

Instead of imprinting a kiss on the lips of 
the gossamer, Biocletes plucked a handful of 
gems from one of his pockets. When the old 
king had pelted him ignominiously from his 
kingdom, the gold and gems he had thrown, 
in lieu of stones and bricks, had landed and 
adhered, not only to his son's armor, as we 
already know; but many had fallen into his 
pockets, so that, in the markets of the earth, 
Biocletes would find himself more than 
worth his weight in precious stones. 

The gossamer scintillated with pleasure. 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 35 

She knew she was beautiful, only when 
adorned with sparkling gems. The jewels 
became her mightily, so well, indeed, that 
the sprite, seeing the admiration in his eyes, 
foresaw for herself, a terrible downfall. 
Hastily, she pulled the prince away. 

"See how selfish she is, vain thing! All 
she wants is to get what she can from you 
without giving you anything in return. The 
garden belonging to the castle will treat you 
better. Let us skim along. I felt a sort of 
shiver, just now — a shiver that a dreadful 
hag, called dawn, sends ahead of her to let 
us know she is coming. It is well for both 
you and me to keep out of her reach. Come !" 

On they flitted, the sprite laughing and en- 
tertaining Biocletes until they reached the 
garden. 



CHAPTER V 

A beautiful garden it was, all hushed and 
still in the moonlight, and sweetened by the 
dews of the evening. Aroma, such as Bio- 
cletes had never inhaled, penetrated his nos- 
trils. The tiny cells in the crown-compressed 
head stirred again and talked over this won- 
derful something which was appealing to 
them, as well. They decided, in order to 
know, each, what the other was talking 
about, to call this rare and entrancing 
essence, an odor. 

"Odor, is a pretty word," they said, and, 
if this Biocletes is going wool gathering, and 
collecting all sorts of things, we must file his 
findings, or they will be in such a mix up 
he can not find them when he needs them. 
So, they will do him little good." 

"I am not going to have anything to do 
with filing his findings with that water 
sprite ! I don't trust her ! If that thing, called 
heart, that thumps so over nothing, down 
under Biocletes' ribs, wants to, let him; I 
shall not!" said one cell. 

"T notice the heart is getting tired of the 
business, already," returned another cell. 

''Let the heart attend to its own affairs in 
its own place and way," said another, conci- 
liatingly, 'We ought to get together a mind 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 37 

for the fellow. You know that pommelling 
he received in the deep waters, made him 
really breathe. I don't suppose he ever 
honestly did that before." 

"How could he up in that gaseous place he 
called home ! You can't call that moon stuff, 
air! I don't see how he ever attained to 
enough of the spirit of life to take his own 
fortunes in his hands. Since he has shown so 
much pluck, I want to help him. We must 
get some more good air into him, and plenty 
of it." 

''He must learn to breathe better, that's 
plain. Let's get the lungs to override the 
trickeries of that silly water sprite. We are 
not making enough impression on the man 
side of him." 

"I will tell you how to do that. Make him 
see something that will inspire him with the 
idea of work to be done and results to be 
accomplished. That will make him breathe 
with the very joy of the doing, and the exer- 
tion, as well. Now, he is just lolling about in 
that garden, with that volatile sprite, who 
can't be depended upon to do anything other 
than dissolve and disappear when she is most 
needed, instead of making opportunity. 
Pshaw! on this idea of waiting opportunity! 
Make it, I say." 

''What shall the opportunity be?" 

"Something that will make him move fast. 
That will separate him quicker than any- 
thing else from that wet blanket of a sprite 



38 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

who wants him all to herself and for her- 
self." 

"He should look about and see something 
for himself," said still another. "We shall 
not be doing our duty as citizens of the town 
of wits if we do thing's for him. We have 
the privilege of stirring him up a bit ; but the 
definite seeing what to do and knowing what 
he wants to do, and seeing the way to do it 
— that must come from him." 

"What an awful responsibility for a head 
that has had that platinum crown on it ever 
since it was born, way back in its first ances- 
tor!" 

"No worse than for us who were melted 
and squashed into gelatine under its tight 
grip. Come ! Make him stir ! Time is pass- 
ing. We want to get him grown up. There 
is a great deal for him to do in life." 

"Life?" 

"Yes, moondom, earthdom and sundom. 
He is destined for great things; but to do 
them, he must get out of being moony and 
earthy — " 

"He hasn't gotten to be earthy, yet." 

"That is true. He must have felt us talk- 
ing about him, for at last he is looking some- 
where other than at that misty moisty water 
sprite. His eye is being really attracted to 
other things. Let us hope that in a minuh 
they will seize on something tangible. There, 
I told you so ! All by himself, too. I tell, you, 
comrades, he is growing. What he sees, and 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 39 

acts on, now, is going to take him a long leap 
upward and onward." 

Truly enough, and much to the distaste of 
the sprite, Biocletes' eyes were looking about 
with great activity and with a new intelli- 
gence in them. Especially, the sprite did not 
like that look of intelligence. Intelligence is 
a great big enemy of many things — parti- 
cularly of things that cannot be depended 
upon. 

As Biocletes was looking about, he and the 
sprite approached nearer and nearer to the 
castle. It was a noble castle, indeed. Bal- 
conies and turrets and battlements and other 
architectural ornaments of which Biocletes 
did not know the names, made the pile a most 
imposing one. One balcony in particular, 
drew his attention. It was, indeed, too beau- 
tiful to be described. It especially attracted 
him because he had an undefined sense that 
it linked him to something that w^as to make 
a great impression on his life. 

As, almost entranced, he stood looking at 
the balcony, he heard a heavy sigh. It seemed 
to proceed from the shrubbery near at hand. 

Biocletes darted toward the sound. The 
scintillations from his armor lighted the sha- 
dowy spaces and disclosed to him and the 
sprite a disconsolate looking* youth. 

"What is the matter?" Prince Biocletes 
was most sympathetic in his inquiries. He 
was kindly in disposition, very willing to 
assist those in trouble. 



40 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

The man looked quizzically at Biocletes. 

''See here, you seem a good sort, I believe 
you can do something for me. You can climb, 
can't you?" 

''Like a regular moonbeam. I assure you, 
sir, my climbing qualities are wholly and 
completely at your service." 

"Indeed, you are a good sort. I believe I 
will confide in you and tell you the whole 
story. There's nothing new about it, don't 
you know! Old story! Plagued old story! 
Old as the history of love itself, I suppose! 
Beautiful girl ! No-account poor fellow. Love 
to distraction. Cruel father, who, between 
you and me, knows the real worthlessness of 
the fool that loves the daughter, better than 
the daughter does. If I were he, I'd do the 
same thing. Can't blame him. Hits me hard, 
all the same. Beautiful girl about to elope 
with the no-account fellow — he being my- 
self. Plot discovered. Girl put up in the turret 
of this blooming old hole of a stone pile. The 
way into her parlor is up a winding stair! 
rather, up that winding balcony. See, it 
starts at the first story and winds on and on 
like a tivoli board till you are too dizzy to 
see straight. Then you have to put on flies' 
feet and take to the walls and the vines for 
the rest of the way — which is some!" 

He stopped and drew his breath. He eyed 
Biocletes, who, not understanding the slang 
of the earth-born youth, looked blank. 
The cells under the crown-compressed skull 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 41 

joined in a regular caucus in an endeavor to 
understand and then to translate the situa- 
tion to their pupil. 

"We must help him to understand," said 
one. "Don't you see what a chance this is 
for him to grow! Action! Action! Action! 
This is the greatest good fortune that could 
have come his way! It will interest him, too. 
That will make him grow faster still. Now, 
all together, let us help him understand.'' 

"I see what you mean!" The puzzled, dor- 
mant look in Biocletes' face, gave way, 
slowly, to a look of comprehension. "Yes! 
You are, what you call, in love with a girl and 
they won't let you see her. Eh?" 

"You've got me !" The man was very crude 
in his speech, thought Biocletes. It jarred on 
his sensibilities. 

"I want to get a note to her and I can't 
climb. I want you to beard the guard and 
the risk of tumbles and get this billet to her." 

"What's a billet?" 

"A note, telling her that I adore her, and 
won't she skim down the^ivy vines on the 
silken cord, and run away with me at three 
o'clock, tomorrow morning — or night — 
whichever it is." 

"I will go! Do not be disturbed. In a 
moment's time the note shall be in the hands 
of the woman you love." 

The bumpity-bump feeling started vigor- 
ously under Biocletes' ribs as he spoke. One 
of the cells growled. 



42 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

"There he goes again, meddlesome heart! 
He means the boy shall fall in love with the 
earth man's love. That w^ould be a dreadful 
state of affairs — for an earth and a moon 
person to marry. There isn't sense enough 
in either one to make up for the lack of sense 
in the other." 

"I told you he must have action in order to 
grow. He must do something that will make 
him breathe, too. If I don't mistake, it will 
take a good deal of breath to get to that 
window way up there in the turret, even 
though he can climb like a moonbeam." 



CHAPTER VI 

All eyes were intently fixed upon the 
doughty Biocletes as he ascended to the 
chamber of the girl he was already begin- 
ning to love, all codes of honor notwithstand- 
ing. 

Biocletes did not know that his inspiration 
was love. He thought it was a desire to be 
kind to the wailing young man in the yew 
tree hedge, together with a very plausible 
impulse to seek adventure. Then, too, he had 
a good healthy wish to stretch his legs and 
fill his lungs with the pure, fresh, and deli- 
cately scented air that blew into his nostrils 
from the pine covered hills beyond the 
garden filled with roses and lilies. 

The wailing young man watched him, 
open-eyed, as he skimmed the first hundred 
feet of the castle wall. The cells talked hap- 
pily together for a minute, calling to their 
ally, the lungs, to keep the matter well in 
hand, and shouting down to the heart not to 
put the ignorant young fellow into the dis- 
graceful plight of falling in love with the girl 
of a man for whom he was doing a service. 

The heart responded that he did not under- 
stand such autocratic language; that if Bio- 
cletes was ever to be the man they were 
talking about making him, he must grow out 
of his moony ways. He must know that, 
though he had a head, he had a heart as well ; 



44 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

especially, must he know how to cooperate 
with both. He continued by saying that he 
considered the citizens of the city of wits, as 
they called themselves, every whit as dicta- 
torial as he, himself, had ever been in his 
most excited and emotional moments. He 
said, that, if they had only suggested, he had 
only thrown photographs on the screen of 
the boy's mind — or what was going to be 
his mind, when their city was all built up and 
the inhabitants named, Attraction, Choice, 
Determination, Patience, and so forth. It 
would be well to call on another citizen and 
name him, Discrimination, who might show 
them what he, the heart, knew, the minute he 
heard the voice of the yew hedge man — that 
it would be no false faith in Biocletes if the 
fine little fellow should fall in love with the 
princess. The town of wits needed a little 
heart warming. For his part, he had known, 
at once, that the yew hedge man was a 
scoundrel. So much for feeling versus logic. 
As for logic, logic ought to teach them that 
no man who stood and howled under a maid- 
en's window was good enough for her — 
whether she be princess or peasant. He was 
disgusted with the whole lot of caucus callers 
up there in that skull. He, personally knew, 
too, that no earth man ever lived who did 
not have a heart and a well developed one at 
that. The quicker Biocletes' heart was de- 
veloped, the sooner he could take his part as 
a man of the earth, among men!" 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 45 

The heart was interrupted in this diatribe 
by a scream from the water sprite. 

''Come back!'' she called in a fury, "Come 
back!" 

''A little later," Biocletes telephoned 
through a transmitter made of one hand, 
while, cavalierly, he held on to a tendril with 
the other. "It won't take long!" 

In this, Biocletes was greatly mistaken. 
The undertaking was to be neither short nor 
easy. 

As he turned from the sprite to continue 
his ascent, he heard her voice still screaming 
up to him. 

"Indeed, you'll not come back 'a little 
later !' Deserting me for an earth girl, indeed. 
No sir ! If you want to fall in love with her, 
you need not depend on me any more, to 
nurse you, you big moon baby !" 

"I couldn't fall in love with the girl of an- 
other man, even if I did!" Biocletes was 
somewhat ambiguous as to his English, but 
wholly comprehending as to his own mean- 
ing. "That wouldn't seem nice to me if I 
could help it, and if I couldn't help it, it would 
seem worse!" 

"I've a mind to come after you!" The 
sprite was proving herself a perfect little 
vixen. 

The wailing young man caught hold of her 
arm and told her she hadn't any mind, and to 
hush! Amelia's grandmother looked out of 
the window and told Amelia that the night 



46 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

was growing damp and the wind was rising; 
also, that she should advise her son, the king, 
to have the frog pond cleared of frogs. She 
could not sleep, the frogs croaked so. 

The sprite heard the words. They made 
her more furious still. Everybody knows 
that frogs have perfectly awful voices and 
that her voice was perfectly lovely. 

The wailing young man stopped watching 
the ascent of Biocletes toward Amelia's win- 
dow, and looked more particularly at the 
sprite. 

''Of course, everybody knows you have a 
lovely voice," he said, reassuringly. 

The sprite glared at him. 

'T don't want any love making from you 
earth men," she said freezingly, ''You are 
nothing in the world but money worshippers. 
If I should marry you, the honeymoon 
wouldn't be over before you would bottle me 
up to furnish water power for a factory. No 
sir, not you! Nor you, either!" calling after 
the climbing Biocletes, "I had intended ask- 
ing you to marry me because moonbeams 
and the mist can work together very well. I 
have some sense, if I am volatile. But I won't 
ask you now, no I won't !" 

"Come my good woman, don't make such a 
row!" The dejected lover was changing his 
tactics. 

To be called a good woman was too much 
for the unhappy sprite. She burst into tears 
and disappeared in raindrops. 



CHAPTER VII 

"That was a more fortunate solution to 
the difficulty than I could have hoped." 

So, Biocletes to himself. Then he and the 
wailing young man and Biocletes' cells and 
lungs and heart gave themselves up to the 
marvelous acrobatic performance of the 
scaling of the castle walls, even to the win- 
dows of the princess Amelia in the turret. 

Oh, but it was a pretty sight ! All seemed 
to be going beautifully when there flew into 
the castle garden, a terrible gust of wind. 
Clouds concealed the searchlights in the 
kingdom of the king, Hypocrates Socrates 
Moon, who, though he did not know it, had 
been helping his son to find his foothold, — 
so often does the father light help us in the 
dark, when we know nothing of it. 

Biocletes, himself, ceased to glitter. When 
he stopped glittering, he could not see where 
to put his foot to climb a single step higher. 

The wind shook and swayed him upon his 
precarious fothold. It seemed certain that 
he would be shaken that terrible stretch of 
space through the air, to the ground. 

He seemed unable to walk off into that 
great expanse as he had done when first he 
left his resting place in the tree and began 
his voyage into the world of atmosphere — 
that wonderful voyage which had led him 



48 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

to the water sprite and to his subsequent 
journey hither, to the rescue of a maiden he 
knew would be beautiful. 

Her picture, as presented to him by his 
heart, made that organ go bumpity-bump 
more than it had ever done — far more, even, 
than when he first saw the water sprite. 

How black and cold it grew! The leaves 
Biocletes was clinging to, were torn from 
their stems and flung ruthlessly to the 
ground or into the air, to meet their fate. 
Rain pelted down upon him and drenched 
him so that he began to be very heavy — 
almost too heavy to keep his footing on the 
perilous ladder of practically nothing. 

The cells of the town of wits called out 
to the lungs to put on more power, and told 
the heart that if he had any of that quality, 
called compassion, usually attributed to him, 
please, please to stop going bumpity-bump 
while Biocletes was hanging to life by so 
precarious a thread. 

Still the wind blustered and roared; the 
rain poured in sheets. Biocletes clung des- 
perately to the slippery wall, banged and 
beaten by the elements. The wailing young 
man grew tired of being drenched. He de- 
cided that he would not wait for Biocletes to 
die up there in the air, or stop to help him on^ 
of his sad plight. If the silly moonfellow did 
not get the letter to Amelia, he did not want 
to speak to him again. As for what was hap- 
pening up there.-^^ij: served the fluttery thing 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 49 

right for having no better sense than to do a 
favor for somebody he did not know. If Bio- 
cletes did get the letter to Amelia, the lover 
v/ould find her at three o'clock the next 
morning, sliding down a silken cord into his 
arms. If not — well, he'd better go ! There 
were reasons, too, which made it better for 
his health — so the slangy fellow stated the 
fact to himself — to be out of the garden and 
beyond the reach of the castle guards. So 
the wailing young man went away. 

Left alone in the garden, buffetting with 
the elements, Biocletes held his own on the 
wall or on the ivy leaves, one or the other, 
as he was flung ruthlessly about. He could 
have slipped to the ground and run away like 
the cad he saw disappearing beyond the yew 
tree hedge; but he scorned retreat. He was 
determined, too, to see the princess who 
could make a man cry. People very seldom 
cried in the moon. The phenomenon puzzled 
and interested him. 

He was too unsophisticated to judge of the 
quality of the yew hedge man's tears. He 
knew only they were something out of the 
usual to him. The tears seemed to be warm, 
gushing things. Things in the moon, were, 
quite generally, what he was now learning 
from his earth experiences, to call clammy. 
He wanted to see how much beauty it took in 
a woman to make an earth man cry. He won- 
dered if the earth men always stayed down in 
gardens and got other people to do their 



so WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

climbing, then went off and left them in the 
lurch if anything interfered with the swift 
completion of their plans. He wondered if 
the yew hedge man really loved the princess 
with every bit of him. Somehow, though he, 
Biocletes, had not much experience, it did 
not seem to him, that he did. He wondered 
if such luke-warmness as desertion on the 
part of the yew hedge man would raise the 
ban of disloyalty and permit the winner to 
love the lady of the run-a-way's heart — or 
whatever it was that did the loving. 

Biocletes had some time to puzzle about all 
this, because he had to crouch, for a long 
while, close to the wall. There, no wind could 
get behind him to wedge him from his foot- 
fall into the rain, where he would surely be 
washed away. 

After a while, the wind stopped blowing so 
furiously. The rain slackened until only a 
few drops fell here and there. Then the 
clouds put horses to their chariots and raced 
away; and there, trying to reveal and un- 
cover the whole round world to find the boy 
who had been sent away from home in a 
most unfatherly rage, were the searchlights 
of the king, Hypocrates Socrates Moon. As 
once before, the father was helping the boy 
when he did not know that he was doing it 
and the son did not know it either. 

It was such a help! Biocletes shook him- 
self. He found he was a wee bit heavier. The 
exercise of so much grit in holding on to a 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 51 

difficult proposition, had given him the be- 
ginnings of something that always has much 
weight in earth life. It is called character. 
He had to pick and choose his steps more 
carefully. He was finding that each step 
counted for good or ill in a fashion such as 
he had never before noticed. If he took a 
misstep now — he had to work harder — so 
it seemed to him, — to retrieve to his satis- 
faction. That was a bother; but, somehow, 
it made him have a feeling of self respect. 

Though this was all indefinite in his mind, 
his feeling led him truly to a sense of stab- 
ility as in contradistinction to the unstability 
of the water sprite who could not see a kindly 
action done to another without getting into 
a most undignified rage over it. 

He did not want to turn fickle himself, 
though, and desert the water sprite because 
he did not like all she did. She had really 
been very kind and had shown anything but 
lack of stability in her attraction toward 
him. He felt in her, even what she had not 
openly shown to him. As for himself, it was 
not just what he liked to believe of himself, 
that he could turn from the kindly water 
sprite without a better reason than that 
something else was awakening his attention. 

Did you think — so he communed with 
himself as he began his climb again — should 
you think it was dreadful to fall in love with 
another man's girl ? Pshaw ! That man down 
there, was a coward. It would be doing any 



52 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

girl a favor to get her out of the clutches of 
such a man. She should be told that the 
fellow had stood there at the foot of the 
turret and cried, and then had gotten some- 
one else to do his work and had run away 
and left that someone in the lurch. 

Biocletes was so indignant as he thought of 
all this, that he almost lost his balance. Then 
it occurred to him that if he wanted to make 
a success of getting to the princess, he must 
apply himself to the task and stop thinking 
of other matters till that was accomplished. 

The moment he stopped thinking about the 
wailing young man and stopped wondering 
and puzzling, and took care of his steps, he 
was surprised to see how quickly he reached 
the window in the turret behind which were 
his hopes and the realization of his dreams. 

True, there was the awful possibility that 
the Princess Amelia might have closed the 
window during the storm, so that he could 
not enter. That fear, however, halted him 
but a moment. 

'T can shine through the pane so very 
brightly that she will be attracted to the 
window. When she has come so far, I can 
shine some more. Then she can not resist 
opening the window, and I will enter," 

He edged round to one side of the win- 
dow so that the direct rays of his light would 
not, at once, meet her eye. He was somewhat 
modest about peeping into a lady's chamber 
without being announced. 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 53 

When he gained the courage to look in, 
what he saw there, nearly took his breath 
away. He almost fell off the ivy leaf on 
which he was poising, in his endeavors to see 
without being seen. 

The Princess Amelia sat in the half light, 
such an exquisite sadness on her face that 
the prince's heart began a bumpity-bump 
that nearly jarred him off the window sill 
where he had gained a purchase. 

The earth people would say that he lost 
his heart that minute. You and I know he 
found it. 

For some reason, the cells of the town of 
wits did not seem as inclined as usual, to 
scold and jeer at the heart down under the 
ribs, at once so tremulous and so strong, and 
called so vigorously into action by the beauty 
and charm embodied in the gracious person 
of the Princess Amelia. 

When the cells did stir a little, it was for 
one of them to say: 

'Tt is most fortunate that his incipient 
attraction on the earth plane should be for 
so rare and beautiful a specimen in every 
regard, as this Princess Amelia." 

Aquiver with delight at the beauty of the 
girl he saw and trembling with the wonder 
of it. Prince Biocletes leaned further and 
further forward, to watch her every move- 
ment and expression. 

What was she like? Never the same any 
two times he peeped at her. The water sprite 



54 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

had silvery hair and a complexion like the 
white dew of the morning as it lies over the 
fields in the early day. Biocletes had thought 
her very lovely in her ethereal beauty; but 
there was a reality in the charm of this earth 
born princess that made him feel strong, 
more closely knit together, if you understand 
w^hat I mean. The water sprite gave him a 
feeling that she might melt away any 
moment and take him with her. As he looked 
at the Princess Amelia, he felt less like melt- 
ing away than getting together something 
he could really call himself, to present to her, 
heart and brain, body and soul. 



CHAPTER VIII 

Biocletes did not express these thoughts 
all to himself exactly after the fashion herein 
set down. The citizens of wits, however, 
had it all formulated, pretty much after this 
manner. 

The heart, quivering with delicious tremor 
at the wonderful presence before him, ap- 
plied himself, indiscretely, and wholly unin- 
tentionally, to nearly bumping Biocletes off 
the sill. 

Fortunately, this tremor made him grip, 
with a still more determined tenacity, his 
foothold, as well as the thought that was 
taking deep root in his mind, that he was 
going to enter suit for the heart of the prin- 
cess and let the recalcitrant lover stay down 
in the yew hedge where his own choice had 
placed him. The coward had done worse 
than that. He had run away! Left Biocletes 
to his fate, intending to return and capture 
the prize Biocletes had won for him, when at 
three the next morning she should slide down 
a silken cord into the unworthy recreant's 
arms. 

How, thought Biocletes, could he save her 
from such a fate ! 

How does she really look! He continued 
to think. 



56 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

''She is different every time I glance at her 
with a new heart thump. She responds to my 
every ideal !" 

As he gazed earnestly at the princess, this 
moment, she had the most v^onderful golden 
hair and marvelous blue eyes. The faintest 
flush of a seashell w^as on her smooth fair 
cheek. She was graceful in every movement. 
Her feet w^ere daintiness itself in their little 
gold slippers, and her hands were prettier, 
far, than the lilies he had seen in the castle 
gardens. 

As he continued to gaze, he could not help 
wondering how she would seem if she were 
otherwise. 

In response to the thought, her eyes grew 
as black as onyx; her golden hair fell from 
its coils in strands of midnight black. With 
forceful movement, her athletic hands coiled 
it quickly again above a low brow of ivory 
pallor. A strong foot tossed aside the golden 
slipper and thrust itself into a moccasin san- 
dal. 

Biocletes was astonished at the change. 

"I like her better as I saw her first," he 
sighed. 

As he spoke, there was the dainty Amelia 
with her golden hair and her witching charm. 

"How strange," pondered Biocletes. "Do 
people look as they look or as the one who 
looks at them thinks of them ! If that is the 
case, I shall be changing with every whim of 
fancy and that will make her change or seem 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 57 

to change. That will not be fair to her nor 
very easy for me. She would never know 
where to find herself. As for me, I should 
grow so interested in changing my mind I 
should never stick to one idea or accomplish 
anything. You have to stick to things, I see, 
to get anywhere, and not go sliding about 
like a moonbeam. Where would I have been 
if I had not stuck to my ladder and if I had 
died like a moonbeam when the clouds tried 
to kill me! Down in the list of cowards 
wath that yew hedge man ! If I am going to 
be in love with her, I must see what I love 
in her and stick to it.'' 

The citizens of wits had such a joy meet- 
ing over this reverie of Biocletes, that the 
boy's head felt all wuzzly. 

''Good," said one, "li he gets stick-to-a- 
tive-ness settled in him and a better back 
bone I believe he will soon pass the authori- 
ties of earthdom as a full-fledged earth man." 

"Many earth men have neither," said an- 
other cell. 

"Then they are not men; they are some- 
things ! We want to present a candidate that 
the earth will have place and space for. We 
all know that it has enough of the other kind. 
Watch the lad!" 

The lad, of course referred to Biocletes. 
He was leaning so far forward, was being 
drawn so insistently by her charm into the 
presence of the princess, that, even as the 
cell spoke, he edged himself through a crack 



58 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

in the window and found himself precipitated 
at her very feet. 

"Beautiful Princess — " 

"What an exquisite bit of jewelry!" The 
princess sprang to her feet and seized him 
as if he had been a breastpin. Before he could 
utter a word to protect himself, she thrust 
him into a jewel casket near by, and returned 
to her reverie, too full of heart sorrow to be 
beguiled into more than a cursory glance at 
the trinket. 

Prince Biocletes was amazed. He had not 
realized before, that he was so much smaller 
than the earth people. It came over him with 
crushing force, that, unless he could grow, 
it was of no avail to reveal himself to the 
princess and avow his love for her. It would 
only make him the butt of her ridicule. He 
had not minded the ridicule of the water 
sprite; but he felt it would be more than he 
could endure to hear contemptuous or pat- 
ronizing words directed toward himself from 
those lips that, already, he adored. In all 
honor, he should try to deliver to her the 
letter from the wailing young man whom he 
had left running away from the yew tree 
hedge. Then he must try to grow before she 
slid down the silken cord at three in the 
morning. Could he grow by that time? He 
meant to try, even if it did seem like hurry- 
ing matters. How, honorably, he could re- 
ceive into his arms, a princess meant for an- 
other, he did not know. Somehow, he felt 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 59 

that would be arranged for him. His heart 
told him to have hope. The head of the clan 
of wits, named Reason, seemed rather more 
willing than usual, to cooperate with the 
heart in this matter. A warm flow of some- 
thing reason called resourcefulness, and the 
heart telephoned was rightfully named hope, 
flowed through the little Prince Biocletes 
shut up in the jewel casket. It made him ex- 
pand so that the hinges of the box were put 
to a great strain to keep their prisoner within 
bounds and not burst in the attempt. 

Biocletes heard the strain but did not real- 
ize the cause. He felt, though, that some 
more of the same thing — he did not know 
what — might make the hinges creak again. 
He made it very sure to himself, that 
he had the power, within himself, to weaken 
those bars of imprisonment, even though he 
could not, at once, trace the means. The 
thought made him expand again. Again, the 
hinges creaked. He continued to think. That 
was a new process to him. Of course, notions 
even ideas, had popped in and out and at- 
tracted his attention for the moment; but he 
had never definitely set himself to work any- 
thing out from inception — and back of in- 
ception — to realization. He had just done 
undetached things, with no thought what- 
ever, about what the thing done would lead 
to, or what it had led from. 

This time, however, he began deliberately 
to plan how he was to get out of his jail and 



60 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

grow big enough to face the princess as a 
suitor for her hand — big enough in every 
sense, he meant — and how he was to ar- 
range matters so that, honorably, he could 
receive to his own heart and keeping, a wo- 
man whose expectations were that she was 
to fall into the arms of another man. That 
that other was a coward, was not, after all, 
full and sufficient reason for making the 
change if the princess preferred the other 
man. She had something to say about the 
matter. Something! All! It was not enough 
for him to know what he wanted. He must 
know what she wanted, as well. 

As he reasoned thus in his tiny prison, the 
clan of wits condescended to rejoice with 
the heart, at this new indication of growth 
and the lungs drew such a deep breath of 
content at this exhibition of consideration, 
that the hinges of the casket absolutely 
parted. 

Biocletes saw this. He gave a great sigh 
of relief at the sense of his approaching 
relief. The hinges of the casket sank into 
place again. 

This return to imprisonment when he had 
seen release before him, was very disappoint- 
ing to Biocletes. He had not yet learned to 
trace events to causes. He was determined 
to observe, with the intention*that the next 
time the hinges parted he would discover the 
cause. Then he settled himself to plan. 

He saw that if the princess was to slide 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 61 

down the silken cord into the garden, 
she must know she was expected to do so. 
She must receive the billet, as the wailing 
young man called the note. It hurt Biocletes 
even to let the princess know there was such 
a lollypop of a man who expected to receive 
her in his arms. After all, that was but one 
step. He would have time to watch the effect 
of the note. Meanwhile, he might think up a 
way to grow, so as to be equal to the emer- 
gency he hoped to face at three the next 
morning. Then the wailing young man 
would have to stand the test of presenting 
himself before the princess, a leaner on the 
efforts of others, for the attainment of cher- 
ished ends. 

'Tf I read her right, it will disgust her 
when she knows he can't do his own climb- 
ing. She is too noble a looking woman, truly 
to love a weakling. How very very strong I 
must become in purpose and in action, to 
win her. How very much I have to do.'' 



CHAPTER IX 

It did occur to Biocletes, that, after all, as 
the wailing young man was not a moonbeam, 
and had not a climbing makeup, he had been 
smart in the selection of one who had. He 
put that aside as a very small item in the 
meagre list of the yew hedge man's virtues, 
though he realized it was wise to g^t 
helpers of the right sort for the accomplish- 
ment of a given object. He did not believe, 
that, in the eyes of a true woman, that would 
do much toward balancing the other side of 
the ledger which contained the abhorrent 
item that a man who couldn't win his own 
lady love, was going to marry her. 

''To run away, too!" exploded Biocletes, 
with such indignation that he drew a deep 
breath and the hinges of the casket parted 
again. 

'Tt is because I make myself bigger down 
between my waist and my throat," said Bio- 
cletes, and, exultantly, he drew such a very 
deep breath, that the hinges of the casket 
were strained so far apart, they fell out of 
position and could not get together again, so 
there was a good sized crack all along the 
back of the box. 

Hastily, Biocletes threw the yew hedge 
man's note through this crack made by the 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 63 

parted hinges. So accurate was his aim, that 
the bit of paper fell at the very feet of the 
princess. 

The princess started from her meditations 
and caught up the little billet. 

Eagerly, Biocletes watched her. He 
clenched his fists tightly and brought to- 
gether his jaws with a grip of determination 
to do something, whatever that something 
might be. 

'Tsn't there anything in the world that 
will show my beautiful princess the worth- 
lessness of that fellow!" between white set 
lips. ''Must she find it out for herself when 
it is too late! Isn't there something or 
somebody to take care of beautiful people 
and make them find out rascals before 
the villains can do them harm! If there 
is, please, O you Something or Somebody, 
speak to my beautiful, beautiful princess and 
show her the truth! I don't mean that you 
are to do it only because I love her and want 
her myself; but because I want her to have 
the sweetest of everything, and to know 
what she is going into, and whether she truly 
wants it or only fancies she does." 

''See here," said the head of the clan of 
wits, "This fellow of ours is growing prettv 
fast. We shall have him an earth man of 
first class stuiT, in short order." 

"Better than an earth man, I say," whis- 
pered another cell, "He is learning about the 



64 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

'Something That Is Behind.' That is more 
than many earth people know." 

"I think it rather fine of him, as he is still 
only a moonbeam, and not supposed to know 
anything about a moral sense, not to run and 
tell her; but to leave it to her judgment," 
said another cell. 

Meanwhile, the princess, who, at first, had 
kissed the billet and pressed it to her heart, 
was reading and rereading it, while a puzzled 
look was creeping into her beautiful eyes, 
and a sad little shadow, that had been chased 
away by the advent of the note, was return- 
ing, with an ever darkening shade, 

'T wonder — I wonder — " she was saying 
sadly, ''Somehow, the words don't ring true." 

She read aloud: 

"Come to me tomorrow night, at three. 
Slide down the silken cord you have told me 
about. Be sure to leave someone behind 
whom you can trust to untie it. We will 
want to take it away with us for our future 
protection." 

She looked anxiously at the window. 

"Are you there?" she whispered. Of course, 
no one answered. 

It was all that Biocletes could do to refrain 
from calling, "He is not there, Princess. He 
stayed down by the yew tree hedge, crying, 
till he saw me and got me to come up here 
for him. When it began to rain, he ran away 
and left me to the mercy of a possible defeat, 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 65 

which, fortunately, I have made success. No ! 
No, I mustn't say that!" He clenched his 
jaws the tighter, lest he speak against his 
will and according to his wish. That would 
be to be a boaster and a tattle-tale! I must 
not be either to be worthy of my princess." 

"Nor of yourself!" A new voice spoke to 
the little prince shut up in the jewel box, 
within it, the growing soul of a man-life, 
waiting for release from a chrysalis. 

The new voice made him feel sure and very 
safe. It made him feel that Something was 
caring for the beautiful princess, waking her 
to take cognizance of all the circumstances 
in this strange series of incidents. 

"Something leads me to feel that I should 
be careful." Thus, the princess to herself. 
Then cautiously, 

"Are you there? There, outside my win- 
dow, waiting for me to bid you enter?" 

Of course there was no answer. A tear 
found its way down her lovely cheek. 

"He could not climb so far and so high! 
He tells me it is my duty to leave all I have 
grown to love, all that is part of my very self, 
and go with him, to save those for whom he 
is giving his life. He tells me that he loves 
me! He tells me so! Why should I doubt? 
How did he send me this note? Perhaps by a 
rocket. I did see a flash of light at the win- 
dow, a moment ago. He must have sent me, 
as a gift, that brooch I so heedlessly tossed 



66 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

into the casket. Why such earnestness about 
my taking with me, the silken cord? Does he 
want me for more than myself? — for my 
sources of protection? For his own gain, 
rather than for the love of myself or of 
others? In this note, there is something that 
cuts my heart. I fear him ! I do not know 
why! But his will leads me! I must go!" 



CHAPTER X 

Then Biocletes knew that he must work 
fast and hard. How could he save the beauti- 
ful princess! First of all, he must get out, 
where he could act ! Second — this was far 
from his wish; but wholly with his judgment 
— he must not speak to her. He knew, 
now, that he was tiny, too inconsequental 
in appearance and in expression, to win her 
confidence. He must work for her without 
letting her know anything about it. He 
must be on hand — that was it, on hand! 
For what? For anything that was needed 
of him, just as he had been on hand to 
bear to her the letter, which, now, alas, 
was bringing grief to her heart and doubt 
to her mind. Doubt and grief! He, who 
loved her so, had brought her both! He 
sighed. Then, realizing that if he were to 
prove of any assistance to her, he must keep 
up his courage, he drew in so full a breath, 
that the cover and box were strained still 
further apart, Biocletes slipped quickly 
through the opening and was free once more, 
unaware that he was carrying away with 
him, the princess' largest diamond, which she 
used in playing ball with her kitten. 

''What a beautiful moonbeam," he heard 
her exclaim, as he lighted on an ivy leaf, pre- 



68 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

paratory to escape. "I can not send him an 
answer in any other way. Moonbeam, will 
you tell him, that, at three, tomorrow morn- 
ing, I will slide down the silken cord and 
flee with him to the ends of the earth, if so 
he bid me ! Tell him, O Moonbeam, to be true 
to me and give me no cause to doubt him. 
For his sake, am I forsaking father and 
mother, and into his hands do I confide the. 
keeping of my happiness, yea, my very soul.'* 

Biocletes was so affected by these words 
of the princess, that, knowing he must not 
speak, nor advise, nor, indeed, express him- 
self in any way, all he saw to do was to 
hasten down the vines as quickly as possible, 
far, far away from her whom he loved with 
the fervor of his very life. To go — where? 
He was all alone, without friend or compa- 
nion, leaving the presence of the only one he 
loved, feeling assured, too, that he was leav- 
ing her in the jaws of some terrible danger; 
desirous of protecting her from the yew 
hedge man without any means for doing so. 
It was a most perplexing situation. 

He reached the ground. All was still and 
sweet and peaceful. There was no hint of the 
tragedy those lilies and roses would see to- 
morrow night, and that the yew hedge would 
conceal from those within the castle walls, 
who loved the Princess Amelia. 

Having reached the ground, Biocletes 
found himself very exhausted, more as the 
effect of his emotions than of his exertions. 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 69 

So, weary, and, oh, so very lonesome, he 
crept into the heart of a rose and fell asleep. 

So tired was he, that for long, long hours, 
he slept. At last, he stirred, drowsily, and 
drew up the covering of rose leaves, for a 
strange damp was disturbing him. He tried 
to snuggle down among his sweet scented 
blankets for another nap. Disquietude con- 
tinued to possess him. He decided that he 
would be better able to think if he got up. 

Just as he was emerging from the fragrant 
couch that had so contributed to his comfort, 
he heard a slight stir in the garden, in the 
vicinity of the yew tree hedge and near his 
quondam resting place. Cautiously, he 
moved in the direction of the sound, wisely 
keeping well within cover of the shrubbery, 
till he could locate the disturbance. He found 
the yew hedge lover talking in whispers, to 
three unsavory looking men. When he saw 
Biocletes, he scowled. 

*^Good heavens, what are you doing here! 
I had forgotten it was full moon." 

This remark was accompanied by an un- 
complimentary anathema on his own stupid- 

'There is one thing in our favor, the castle 
people will have relaxed their vigilance. They 
will never believe that a man with a grain of 
sense would choose the night of a full moon 
to carry out an abduction scheme." 

"Perhaps you haven't a grain of sense." 
Biocletes whispered to himself. The yew 



70 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

hedge man must have heard him — or was it 
the echo of his own thoughts he heard, — he 
turned quickly. 

''Keep out of my way," he growled, as Bio- 
cletes approched him, bravely issuing from 
the protection of the shrubbery, 'Tor 
heavens' sake, keep out of my way." 

"I helped you last night," Biocletes was 
very ingratiating in his manner, "Let me 
into your plans. Perhaps you will be sur- 
prised to see how well I can enter into them." 

One of the cells among the citizens of 
wits gave a little chuckle of amusement. 

"Good! He is getting there!" 

"Where?" growled Reason, discontently. 

"To manhood. Did you hear that. Diplo- 
macy?" 

"I heard that approach to trickery. I don't 
like it. I was in hopes we could prepare one 
earth man without those two abominable 
traits — trickery and caution." 

"Why, caution is one of your closest rela- 
tions. Not deceit; but caution. Why shouldn't 
he be cautious, dealing with those villains?" 

"Because, within himself, he has the qual- 
ity of defense against them. What can they 
do to him? They can not stop his shining, 
and you know it. Only his Source can do 
that. You know that men like those fellows, 
brave as they may be in perpetrating vil- 
lainies are afraid when it comes to dealing 
with The Source." 

"You can't and you mustn't expect to send 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 71 

out a finished product into the world. If you 
did, there would be nothing left for the earth 
to do for him. Besides, a finished product 
would be too good to be true, and he would 
not fit into the scheme of earth. It is a long 
way to perfection, by the earth road." 

Reason turned away impatiently. He was 
anxious to hear what Biocletes and the yew 
hedge man were saying. 
. ''Hang round out of sight, there, till after 
the princess gets down here. Don't go away. 
Since you are willing, I think you may be 
able to help us after we get her. As we run 
one way with her, you might run in the other 
direction and impersonate her, so the pur- 
suers will follow you instead of us." 

''A fine idea." Biocletes seemed most im- 
pressed with the guile of the yew hedge man. 
''I will stop here in the shrubbery and wait 
for signals." 

''Liar !" growled Reason. Saying one thing 
and standing on an entirely different plat- 
form." 

"I don't agree," said Diplomacy, "It would 
be murder to show one's hand prematurely." 

"Can he not trust his Source?" 

"Be reasonable, Reason, don't you know 
he has not grown enough, yet, to realize he 
has a Source. He has to learn the best means 
to an end, I repeat. Reason, do be reasonable. 
They who know Truth, must become ac- 
quainted with him, through the Master of 
Ceremonies, Experience." 



72 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

"Don't talk so much!" growled Reason, 
''You ball up ideas with words so there is no 
sense to what has sense." 

''You'd better stop talking yourself, Rea- 
son," quarrelled Diplomacy. "You are balling 
up your ideas most woefully, with your 
logic." 

The attention of all concerned in the 
making of Biocletes into an earth man was 
now attracted by a stir in the garden. A 
little tremor of excitement quivered through 
the whole line of ivy leaves from the window 
of the Princess Amelia's room unto the very 
earth, as a slender cord, almost of the texture 
of a spider's web, floated down, over and 
through the leaves, until it touched the 
ground. 

The yew hedge man was filled with sup- 
pressed excitement. From being a weak, 
wailing young man such as Biocletes had 
seen the night before, there seemed to shoot 
from his being, a diabolic force. As he saw 
Amelia hesitate as if to return, as she poised 
on the window ledge of the turret, far, far 
up toward the starry heavens, the vengeful 
spark of diabolic force seemed to shoot from 
the man to the very centre of the being of 
the Princess Amelia. As one moving against 
her will, she began, slowly but surely, to 
descend. 

"If I could get that cord intact, the girl 
could stay at the other end, for all I care." 

Biocletes heard the words. His fists, which 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES n 

had done a good deal of clenching since he 
first saw the princess, clenched again and 
almost let fly at the jaw of the yew hedge 
man. But he restrained himself. 

"Patience!" he whispered to himself. 

There was a still more excited stir among 
the ivy leaves at the top of the turret. The 
watchers in the garden below, viewed the 
perilous descent. Biocletes clasped his hands 
and grit his jaws in his desire to aid. Once, 
he rushed out of the shrubbery, in order to 
throw more light upon her path. The gruff 
whisper of the yew hedge man sent him back 
precipitously. 

''Don't you know better, you fool moon- 
beam! You will frighten her. She will think 
the light you will throw on her will reveal 
her to the guards. Let her come down in the 
dark. She will have enough of it for the rest 
of her life." 

Biocletes' blood boiled. Yes, he could feel 
it. It was some sort of a substance that had 
been forming ever since he had fallen in love 
with an earth-born maiden. He did not feel 
so light as before; but he felt braver, more 
solid, more real. He slipped back into the 
shrubbery and anxiously followed the de- 
scent of the woman he loved into the arms of 
the man he had learned to abhor and detest. 

The yew hedge lover gave the princess so 
cursory a greeting when, at length, she 
reached the ground, that Biocletes fairly 
raged within himself. 



74 WHERE THE SUN SHINES , 

'Is someone undoing the cord?'' 

"No/' quivered Amelia, frightened by the 
strange manner of her lover, ''There was no 
one I could trust. My mother has slept in my 
chamber ever since they discovered our first 
attempt — " 

"Here you!" Rudely, the yew hedge man 
summoned Biocletes. "Come out of the 
shrubbery and run up there and untie the 
cord, and drop it down to us. Quick, now!" 

Biocletes fairly flew up the ivy vines to 
the window of Amelia's room. Even with the 
added weight of his coming earth life, he was 
still fleet and light. Up he sped, with so many 
plans teeming in his brain, that they almost 
overbalanced him. This time it was his heart 
that whispered, "Faint heart ne'er won fair 
lady." 

This remark sounded new and very won- 
derful to Biocletes, for, not being earth-born, 
he had never before heard that trite but true 
remark. He steadied himself at once, with 
the result that he reached the chamber of 
the lady Amelia in the full brilliance of his 
powers. He shone so brightly that he 
illumined the apartment, which otherwise, 
would have been in darkness. 

He paid no attention to the silken cord — 
not he ! He went directly to the bedside of the 
mother — a woman as beautiful as her 
daughter, with much wisdom illumining her 
splendid face. 

Biocletes stood very still at the bedside, 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 75 

focussing all the light of his knowledge upon 
her mind, through the intense light of his 
being. Soon the mother stirred and opened 
her eyes. 

''What a brilliant moonlight night!" she 
exclaimed, "It makes it difficult for me to 
rest.'' 

She tried to shade her eyes with her hand; 
but the determined Biocletes got behind it 
and shone so persistently that the mother 
rose and crossed the room to shut out the 
moonlight by drawing the draperies of the 
window. 

Of course, she saw the silken cord depend- 
ing from the sill, looked at Amelia's couch 
and read the whole terrible history in a flash. 



CHAPTER XI 

The queen mother was wise. She did not 
scream. Quietly, she roused the sleeping 
king, who notified the guards to enclose the 
garden as silently and a§ quickly as possible 
and not attempt to seize the party of marau- 
ders directly under the window. 

Biocletes had felt that the yew hedge man 
would be disturbed at the length of time he 
was taking to execute his commission and 
would not wait for him. So very much did he 
wish to inform the king and queen of this 
impression that he shone and shone and 
shone his intense desire to express himself. 
Because he felt so deeply and keenly, he en- 
abled the father and mother, as they leaned 
cautiously from the window, to see that the 
men had already left the vicinity of the castle 
and were forging ahead into the forest be- 
yond. 

So anxious was Biocletes to keep the vil- 
lains within his ken, that he fairly flew down 
the ivy into the garden, illumining every 
nook and cranny of the way the men were 
passing. He ran through the garden till never 
before had it been so flooded with light. He 
ran into the forest, sending gleam and glow 
under leaf and shrub and into dark woodland 
paths. He could hear the yew hedge man in 
the distance cursing the moonlight and 
urging on the horses, though, as yet, without 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 11 

realizing that pursuit had already begun. 

On flew Biocletes till he fairly surrounded 
the marauding party. Just as they crossed a 
space of lovely parking, the other side of the 
hill, the castle guards, guided by the faithful 
Biocletes came down upon them from the 
front. All the evil doers were captured, ex- 
cept the yew hedge man who, putting spurs 
to his horse, rode wildly out of sight. 

In a moment, Amelia was in her father's 
arms. 

^'Father! Father!" she whispered, "Hold 
me fast! I do not know why or how I ever 
did it. I seemed compelled to it against my 
will, until it seemed to become my own wish 
and will. The moonlight was fairly inspired 
to help me! It flooded every corner of valley 
and wood. Wherever those terrible men hid, 
there would the moonlight shine the bright- 
est. It was to save me. Father, to save me!" 

The father was a wise and loving man, not 
cold and cruel. He held his daughter closely 
within his arms and kissed her many times. 
Then the cavalcade turned homeward. Bio- 
cletes clung to the company until they 
reached the very doors of the castle. The 
king, the queen and Amelia entered and the 
doors were closed; the guards dispersed and 
Biocletes Socrates Moon was left all alone 
in the spaces of the darkling woods. 

Then it was that despair overtook him. He 
who had wondered how much beauty it took 
in a woman to make an earth man cry, fell 



78 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

face down upon the green sward and drank 
of the dregs of loneliness and desolation. Bit- 
ter tears took from him the gleam and glow 
that had enabled him to do so great good 
and to armor himself from harm. He felt 
that disaster was about to come upon him. A 
great weight of impending evil overwhelmed 
him. He began to pity himself that he was 
so different from the princess — so very dif- 
ferent that there was absolutely no use in 
aspiring to her love. The more he felt that 
way, the dimmer he grew, less and less filled 
with the vital glow of the moonlight that had 
so valiantly aided the king father in the re- 
covery and salvation from a sad and miser- 
able fate, of his only child. 

He rose from the spot where he had 
thrown himself in his desperation. A band of 
marauders beheld the gleaming of his dress 
and ran toward him in search of booty. Then 
Biocletes, the brave, the doughty, grew 
afraid! He forgot that they could not seize 
him and denude him of the light which was 
inseparable from him. In a frenzy of terror, 
he fled over the blades of grass, hiding be- 
neath them, now, in cowardly fashion, now, 
leaping upon and over them. He climbed 
upon shrubs and trees, and ran from leaf to 
leaf for his very life. 

The race grew more and more exciting. 

''There he is. Shadow," cried one pursuer, 
ascending a tree, and trying to oust Biocletes 
from his high position. 



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''Catch him, Darkness/' called another. 

So on they ran — a horde of belligerents, 
chasing the tired, disconsolate little prince 
until they came to the surface of a large lake. 
There, the pursuers could not reach him. 
They gathered about the shores, however, 
ready to seize him, should he advance within 
their grasp. 

''How desolate I am!" thought the poor 
little fellow, quivering and glancing upon the 
small undulations of the water, weary and 
sick at heart, "Where shall I go, and what 
shall I do?" 

The shadows were very still and watchful 
for some time; then they gathered together 
seemingly in parley. A few hasty words and 
an appearance of great agitation, and they 
slowly and silently retreated. 

"Now for a little rest and a little peace, for 
I am very tired," thought Eiocletes; but sud- 
denly, to his horror, he heard a great outcry, 
that, to his weary brain, sounded like trum- 
pets of war, though, really, they were birds 
singing their matin sings. Over the east, 
there flashed a terrible light. The glare be- 
came more intense and distracting. Biocletes, 
who, all his life, had lived in light but had 
thought and known nothing of his own gift, 
was terrified almost beyond the power of 
motion. At last, he pulled himself together, 
and madly fled. 

A great army was behind him. He had no 
recourse but tp flee, 



80 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

"It is not cowardice like that of the yew 
hedge man," he quivered, heart broken, to 
himself, 'It is because the odds are against 
me. I must flee, in order to live." 

On he ran, the great army following, and 
gaining, momentarily, upon him. They 
chased him from the great surface of the 
lake; from every leaf and blade of grass he 
chose as vantage ground, until he was ready 
to drop with fatigue. They shot great shin- 
ing lances at him, that wounded him many 
times. 

Still he struggled on, reaching, at length, 
the cool, green forest made of the large bou- 
quets he had seen when first he had rescued 
himself from the dark, deep waters and its 
dreadful inhabitants. 

He sank exhausted on the brink of a 
stream. He dipped his hand into the water 
to allay his faintness, and found himself face 
to face with the water sprite. 

*'You have had a hard time since you de- 
serted me, haven't you?" she said spitefully. 

"Yes, yes," panted Biocletes. 

"I slapped you well in the face for that 
desertion! Did you know that all those rain- 
drops that nearly washed you off the vines 
on your way to that Amelia person's rooms, 
were cuffings and slaps from me?" 

"No. How could you do such a thing when 
you had been so nice to me and I meant no 
harm to you?" 

"You left me! That hurt my feelings! It 



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always harms one to hurt other people's feel- 
ings." 

''But you can't keep from doing what is 
right because it is going to hurt someone's 
feelings ! People should not let their feelings 
be hurt over what is done to them that is 
right !" 

"You moralize too much for your health, 
Moonbeam ! Suppose you marry me ! I'll take 
care of you and keep you out of trouble. I'll 
show you how to hide and how to strike from 
the dark, the way I did when I slapped your 
face." 

"I thank you for the honor conferred upon 
me." The prince was almost amusing, de- 
spite the tragedy of the situation, in the 
stiltedness of his old-fashioned courtesy, the 
regret he felt at giving pain, and the inte- 
grity of his purpose to escape, in no under- 
hand manner from what life had set before 
him. 

As Biocletes spoke, the water sprite turned 
and saw the outriders of the great army ad- 
vancing upon them. She grew pale with ter- 
ror. 

''Oh!" she shrieked, "It is the army of the 
sun." 

"Who is he?" Biocletes was terrified, but 
still alert to learn. 

"He is what made you and me, and kills 
us both whenever he wishes." 

"What is it to kill?" Biocletes demanded 



82 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

an answer, even though the tyrant were at 
his very heart and brain. 

''You'll find that out soon enough! That 
army is deadly enemy to the moonlight and 
the mist. I am dying, now. There is but one 
escape for us both!" 

Just then, the sun came into view in his 
flaming chariot. 

''Come! Come!" gasped the water sprite. 

"I will run no more! I will hide no more! 
If the sun made me, he will not, cannot, kill 
me, for I must be part of his very self. I must 
receive my very light from him. If he quench 
it, it is only to absorb his light again unto 
himself. I will not run. I will face him. I will 
stand." 

But the water sprite had disappeared. 



PART II 
CHAPTER XII 

With a little touch of sadness upon his 
noble face, the sun dismounted and the glory 
of him spread over field and sky. 

He stood and conversed v^ith his courtiers 
on the spot w^here the water sprite had dis- 
appeared, and the moonbeam awaited the 
reading of his fate. 

'Timid ones," he said gravely, ''Why do 
they flee from me? Do they not know that I, 
who have charge of their comings and goings 
can summon them at any moment at the call 
of my Leader, who is greater than I! Let 
the water sprite go for the while. She is 
always disappearing, mad with terror, and 
bobbing up before me in a summer cloud or 
a morning mist and laughing in my face. As 
for this moonbeam, I would speak with him. 
He has proven himself so full of the meat of 
achievement I must provide means for his 
advancement. He must enter the earth life. 
Let him sleep now. We must approach him 
gently. He has suffered. When we have suf- 
fered, we must be left in peace and quietness 
until we come again to our own. Let him 
sleep long. Later, I will talk with him." 
All day Biocletes slept, a deep deep sleep. 



84 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

When he awoke, it was well into the morn- 
ing of the next day. 

His first thought was of the Princess Am- 
elia; his second was a feeling of shame that, 
even for a moment, he had run away from 
anything. 

"It was a foolish thing to do! One can't 
really run away from anything. If the sun 
could kill me it would be far better that I 
fall into his power, facing him." 

''Good morning, young sir." It was a plea- 
sant voice that accosted him. "How is it you 
have spent the night in the forest when the 
city is so near?" 

Biocletes looked up. He saw a large man 
with a noble face. 

"I have nowhere else to go» sir," Biocletes 
rose to his feet and stood confidingly beside 
the stranger. "I feel that I can tell you that 
I am not an inhabitant of the earth. I am a 
moonbeam. My father shut me out from his 
kingdom." His lip quivered a little. "You see, 
I had an adventurous spirit. I wanted to 
learn something beyond my sphere. Was that 
wise, sir, or very wrong?" 

"We do not know the limits of our spheres 
until we have reached them, and that is, 
never. I think you are a child of earth, now, 
at all events, a student of the earth. You 
shall if you wish, come with me to the town 
whose roofs and steeples you see in the light 
of the morning sun. There I will introduce 
you to those who will acquaint you with 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 85 

the life you will see about you. It is for you 
to use that life as you will." 

In perfect trust, Biocletes listened to the 
stranger. As they moved away together, he 
halted and looked down at himself. He found 
that he was dressed in a suit of modish 
tweeds. A portmanteau was on the ground 
where he had lain. It contained his suit of 
shining armor, his gold and jewels, and, 
above all, the diamond with which the Lady 
Amelia had been used to play with her kit- 
ten. 

"May I not shine any more, sir, in this city 
of the earth?" 

"More than ever, but with a different 
shine." 

"First of all, I must find the earth maiden, 
the Princess Amelia, to restore to her the 
diamond that, unintentionally, I took from 
her possession, one night when I saved her 
from a dreadful fate." 

"Let us walk to town. It is a pleasant 
stroll." 

Biocletes moved on beside the noble look- 
ing man, his portmanteau in his hand. 
Though it was heavy with jewels and gold, 
he bore its weight with ease. Presently, he 
began to laugh. 

"I have to laugh at this manner of moving. 
It is that of the snail compared with my mo- 
tion of yesterday. May I no longer float and 
swim and skim and stir and do all the things 
I used to do?" 



86 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

"Do anything you want to. Ask something 
inside you what you may or may not do." 

''As I see those about me are walking, per- 
haps I would better walk. I want to be a 
real man before I meet the Princess Amelia 
and that must be very soon, for I should re- 
store to her her diamond ball at once." 

''Where do you expect to find her?" 

"I do not know. In the castle, I suppose. 
I do not know that they would let her give 
audience to a stranger, especially after the 
danger that has threatened her. They will 
never know that it is I who saved her, and 
that, even then I had the heart of a man in- 
side the embodiment of a moonbeam." 

"T may not tell you how or where to find 
the Lady Amelia. I only feel you will find her 
if you care enough for her to be patient and 
to work with life. The first thing for us to 
do is to find you a place on this earth plane. 
We all work here, you know." 

"What can I do?" 

"That, you must find out for yourself. You 
have some money, or what can be turned into 
money. You can live like a very rich man, if 
you want to." 

Biocletes looked troubled. Seeing this, the 
sun changed the subject. The walk to the 
city was accomplished, not in conjecture; but 
in simple comradeship. 

The two went to a hotel. In the course of 
the morning, the appointed protector invited 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 87 

a coterie of friends to a dining. There he in- 
troduced Biocletes. 

''You can still call yourself Biocletes, 
though, if I were you, I would drop the name, 
Socrates. That old fellow was too dirty in 
his habits. Besides, he was a street loafer. 
Civilization is trying to do away with street 
philosophy, and introduce the philosophy of 
work. That is the slogan of this generation. 
Monarchies are toppling every day. It is 
doubtful, indeed if, in a very short time, it 
will be of any use for you to seek for your 
Amelia in a castle." 

He smiled in a kindly fashion, for Biocletes 
had told him of the incidents of his earth life, 
preceding his appearance as a real man. 

'T cannot say that you are a real man, yet.'* 
This, in response to Biocletes' use of the 
word. ''You will have to. prove whether or 
not you are a real man. Shape, you know, is 
but a small part of a real man. As work is 
the slogan of the life of today, what should 
you like to be?" 

"I know nothing of its occupations. I 
should like to be placed so that I can see the 
goings and comings of great and small, poor 
and rich, high and low." 

"We will ask our guests at dinner, to take 
a vote as to what position in life will best 
give you such advantages." 

The question was presented. The universal 
decision was that no place so fully filled the 



88 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

demand as that of policeman on Grab-and- 
Get-Some Square. 

*'This square is in the centre of the city, 
with streets, like spokes of a wheel, ex- 
tending in every direction. From it, can be 
reached the slums and the castle where lives 
the king. It is a most desirable institution 
of learning, better far, for your purpose, 
than colleges and universities." 

^'You speak of universities. I am not as 
well educated as I should be, in the curri- 
culum of the earth. I misunderstand words, 
as these are used. For instance. I had thought 
that lav^ and justice should convey the same 
idea. I find they do not. I need to go to a 
university to learn such differences." 

"There is no university for that, like Grab- 
and-Get-Some Square, and no scholarship 
equal to that of being a policeman." All 
joined in the merriment. 

"Our young friend is not large enough. 
The policemen on Grab-and-Get-Some 
Square have to be large," said Mr. See-It- 
All-At-a-Glance, "What shall we do about 
that for our new citizen?" 

"Shall I suggest?" said a kindly man at 
the head of the table. 

"Do so," said the others. 

"Let him apply consciously to his training 
the principles the flowers unconsciously 
apply to theirs. In the woods and forests let 
him glean all possible knowledge. How does 
the tree grow? It strikes down and up and 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 89 

round and about according as the power 
within finds aid and stimulus." 

''Good! If not nurtured on all sides its 
growth is unsymmetrical." 

''Abnormality results from unbalanced as- 
similation with surroundings." 

"So, will he realize that upon the quality 
of what is absorbed depends the quality of 
what is enfibred in the man. He will find his 
mind reasoning, his heart pondering, his de- 
sire growing, his discrimination selecting, 
his will acting, his whole self affiliating with 
life in all its phases. Nor may he esteem it a 
virtue to cramp or limit himself. To do so 
is to inhibit power for service. It is a crime." 

"And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, 
will draw all men unto me," quoted one guest 
thoughtfully. 

"He may listen patiently to the opinions of 
others, measuring standards, balancing med- 
itation and action. When he speaks he will 
choose his words as they were picked soldiers 
for a legion. Thus shall he, with the fulness 
of joy go into the woods, the fields. He shall, 
with more than his old-time moonbeam skill, 
climb trees, skate upon ice-covered lakes, sail 
upon the seas, run over mountains, shine 
through clouds, mount even farther than the 
moon, that he may know what all are think- 
ing and how each came by his mode of 
thought." 

"The moon?' 'said Biocletes, delightedly. 

"The moon, boy, and far, farther, still." 



90 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

"And I may climb and run and skim the 
walls covered with ivy leaves?'' 

''Indeed, and more, and in more subtle 
ways." 

"And the first step to this, is — to be a 
policeman?'' 

"No. The first step to being a policeman, 
is this." 

"You are putting before me a life time of 
preparation. How shall I ever attain to the 
position in Grab-and-Get-Some Square?" 

"If you will follow my instructions, faith- 
fully, young Biocletes, beginning with them 
in their simplest form, under tutors I will 
suggest, I can assure you that very soon you 
will be appointed to a position as policeman 
in Grab-and-Get-Some Square." 



CHAPTER XIII 

I am not going to tell you how long it took 
Biocletes to prepare to become a policeman. 
To some of you who read, the time would 
seem ridiculously short, to others, ridiculous- 
ly long. At all events, one day found him on 
Grab-and-Get-Some Square, in the uniform 
of the king, well equipped to serve him. 

Though no longer a moonbeam, he re- 
tained valuable qualities from his former 
state, among them, that of being so self- 
effacive that he was practically invisible 
when he so elected, though at other times he 
could be notably prominent. 

The first morning of his service as he stood 
in the most conspicuous part of the square, 
in his granite gray uniform, he seemed a very 
part of the obelisk near which he was placed. 

The day was passing. Biocletes had seen 
many amusing, as well as heart rending 
sights; but none that had especially required 
his attention. He was not a traffic policeman 
and did not even have to direct the constant 
whirl of teams and equipages that thronged 
the square, making it, at times, well nigh im- 
passible. He stood there, a common man in a 
common mart. 

Still as the granite near him, he stood, at- 
tentive to all that moved before and behind 



92 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

and beside him, as well. He had attained the 
quality, also, of extending himself beyond 
himself — if you understand what I mean. 

The roar of the city came to a sudden lull, 
as is sometimes the case. 

Floating out above the silence, like the 
obligato of a choral symphony, there came to 
his attentiveness, the words, 'The Silken 
Cord." 

That voice! The Silken Cord! 

At that moment, into the further side of 
the square, there came a victoria, drawn by 
the king's bays. Seated in the carriage — the 
policeman could scarcely see her through the 
blur that came into his eyes — was the Prin- 
cess Amelia. 

There was no reason he should think that 
the love of his moonbeam and his manhood 
dreams was in danger. She was well guarded. 

Nevertheless, he leaped from his station 
near the granite obelisk and sprang into the 
seat beside her, just as, seemingly out of no- 
where, the yew hedge man appeared at the 
other side of the vehicle on a stallion of 
Arabian blood. As Biocletes, with the rapid- 
ity of a moonbeam and the altertness of a 
man lilted her from her seat, placed her on 
the other side of the carriage and, himself, 
dropped into the spot left vacant by the 
change, the yew hedge man, with herculean 
strength seized him and fled wildly with him, 
out of sight. 

So necessary was it that the yew hedge 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 93 

man guide and govern his steed through the 
crush of the traffic, that he was well into the 
country before he looked down at the bur- 
den on his arm. He felt the weight, and was 
amazed that he could see no one. 

''Amelia," he whispered, ''Reveal yourself 
to me! They shall never recover you this 
time. Here, in the full daylight, I, whom the 
moonlight betrayed, have seized you. Be- 
fore we go further, give me the silken cord." 

"Wait," whispered the policeman, "Give 
me time to gain my bf eath ! You have seized 
me as the whirlwind, the leaf. I am breath- 
less and dismayed. Speak to me again. Tell 
me your plans." 

The yew hedge man galloped on until they 
reached the confines of a wood of which Bi- 
ocletes knew every hillock and dingle. Had 
not he, as a moonbeam, foraged through 
every blade of grass and played the mad 
game of life and death with the shadows! 
What was the plan of this kidnapper? If it 
was not passion that led him to abduct Am- 
elia, what was it? 

As they rode swiftly on, the action of their 
going seemed to awaken something in his 
mind — something one of his brain makers 
had said. He had heard it then; he under- 
stood it now. It was this : 

"He need not be deceitful. Within him, he 
has the quality of defense. Only his Source 
can cut off that." He was quoting his men- 
tor: "Men like those fellows, brave as they 



94 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

may be in perpetrating villainies, are afraid 
when it comes to dealing with the Source." 

Biocletes revealed himself, suddenly and 
without warning. 

The man, looking down at his burden, the 
invisibility of which had been making him 
more and more nervous, was terrorized as he 
beheld, resting in his arms, with ever increas- 
ing, and, what was becoming, overpowering 
weight, a big policeman in the granite gray 
uniform of the king. 

With a howl of terror he dropped his bur- 
den in the road and fled. 

A heavy dust in the highway warned Bio- 
cletes that the flight of their leader was stir- 
ring up the speed of a squad of confederates 
who were following on horseback. 

Biocletes lay quiet in the dust of the road 
until the squad was abreast of him. Then, 
standing, he arrested them all in the name of 
the king. 

Sullenly, at his command, they dismounted 
and faced him. 

"Who are you?" he asked. 

'^And who are you?" retorted the horde in- 
solently. With concerted action, they ad- 
vanced against him. 

Biocletes stood still. 

"He has within him, the quality of defense. 
Those fellows are afraid when it comes to 
dealing with The Source." 

"I wish to work with you in the interests 
of right," he said quietly. 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 95 

The men halted in their advance. 

'*Tell me, first of all, why your leader tries 
to kidnap the princess, whom, it is plain, he 
does not love? Why does he attribute such 
value to a silken cord, when you and I know 
that silken cords are easily procured?" 

"That girl represents the last of a race of 
kings. We are done with kings! We are 
going to take her away and kill her!" 

''Oh, that is it ! Then why not do it at once, 
not weaken your chances of success by re- 
maining where you are in danger? Why is it 
necessary to abduct the princess in order to 
get it?" 

''Don't you know the cord is the tie be- 
tween the present and the past? We can do 
nothing with the government until we have 
the cord. We can not get the cord without 
the girl. We want it to tie our past of slavery 
and servitude to her luxury and ease." 

"Oh, that is it!" thoughtfully, "Then it is 
a valuable cord, indeed. It ties cause with 
result and result with cause. It can not be 
made to tie anything else together. Indeed, it 
is a necessary instrument. But what matter 
in whose hands? It can not be lost, you 
know." 

"We do not intend it shall be!" growled 
one. "We are going to use it to tie about the 
necks of kings." 

"What about yourselves?" 

"We shall be free forever, after we have 
used it to strangle kings. No cord can ever 



96 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

tie our actions to the results we are going to 
let loose upon the earth. The results will all 
pile themselves upon the kings and bury 
them." 

"What do you expect as results for what 
you are doing — results for yourselves, I 
mean?" 

''All that the kings have had: joy, pleasure, 
food, wine, women — and we have one of the 
finest of her race, now, in the hands of 
yonder man." 

The granite uniform of the policeman 
flashed like a moonbeam through the air. 
Aye; but the soul of a man was within it. 
He flashed with his old time swiftness across 
the eyes of the men before him. They began 
to mouth horribly to gibber and to writhe. 

''We are moon crazy, moon crazy, com- 
rades !" they cried, and fell upon each other 
with the ferocity of wild beasts. 

Thus he left them, fighting with each 
other, until, they, every one, died. 



CHAPTER XIV 

Still the yew hedge man was at large; still 
the princess, fairest woman in the world, in 
danger. Still there was the mother whose 
noble face he had looked upon that night 
when he saved the daughter from a dreadful 
fate. There was still the kindly father who 
had taken the daughter in his tender arms 
and who had done all that he could do, bound, 
as he was, in the chains of a system, to uplift 
and benefit the earth. There was the court, 
there was the government, which, despite 
many and terrible abuses, had made much of 
the world to bloom with beauty and with 
prosperity in many directions. Certainly, the 
good in these should be preserved, not de- 
stroyed, while the less good passed its way 
and better took its place. Yes, valuable, in- 
deed, was that silken cord that held together 
cause and result, result and cause. It was 
the causes, the rsults that must be sought 
and changed. The silken cord could never be 
made to connect other than its own result 
with its own cause, never be wrested from 
the holder thereof. The Source. 

In a flash he realized what The Source 
meant ; what the words of one of the teachers 
of his making meant. The Source and what 
it held could not be killed or maimed or 
stolen. 



98 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

He settled his helmet firmly on his head 
and walked to town. 

''Every result is a new cause," he said, 
"and every cause, a result." 

On his way to the city he passed through 
a section seething with decrepitude more 
physical, here, than moral, yet, again, not so 
much of the body, he could see, as it was of 
thought and attitude of mind. The attitude 
of mind was a result, he quickly decided, but 
once, in the far-back days, it must have been 
the attitude of mind that v^as the cause. 
These people he saw were not villains and 
robbers, blood drinkers and crucifiers. They 
were kind, they meant to do their best; but 
there was no strength in them ; no health ; no 
food to nourish them; no teachers to direct 
them. They truckled to wealth, like serfs; 
they worked as best they knew; they did not 
fight and try to steal the silken cord. They 
made a fetich of their rulers, discriminating 
not at all between what they did that was 
good and what was not good, because few of 
them could discriminate what was wise and 
what was unwise. Often what was for the 
best of all was decried or ignored. Because 
of their ignorance, they could not separate 
what they should be pleased to have done 
and what should pass away. The silken cord! 
They knew nothing of it ! Should not such be 
released from the cord? Ah! but they could 
not! The cord was like law — immutable. It 
was law! 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 99 

He threw some gold as he passed through 
the throngs. As these saw the gold, the 
throngs grew greater, receiving while giving 
nothing. He had their thanks! Nay, even 
these were unintelligent and maudlin. He 
could feel the pull of the cord upon them; 
the pauperizing from ill-advised giving and 
brutal witholding of that which would give 
them the meat of training; the drink of reci- 
procity; the fruit of rightly directed en- 
deavor. 

When he reached the square of Grab-and- 
Get-Some, he found it seething with excite- 
ment caused by the attempted abduction of 
the princess. The guards had been quad- 
rupled and bayonets bristled. Cannon were 
being placed at the entrance to the avenue 
which led from the square to the castle. The 
king, himself, had come into the square to 
direct the operations. His face was noble. 

''Here is the man who saved your daugh- 
ter, sire,'' said one of the guards as Biocletes 
approached that part of the square where 
the king was standing. 

"Come here, lad," said the king cheerily, 
in any but the manner of the old time kings. 

Biocletes drew nearer, more and more im- 
pressed with the true, not only the external, 
majesty of the king. Here was a man who 
wished all his people well, who, daily, sought 
means to accomplish their welfare. Would it 
not be better for the king and for Amelia 
could he find a way to abduct the silken cord 



100 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

that held such a king to the dynasties which, 
more than good, represented murder and 
rapine? Ah! but he never could! The cause 
and effect were: rapine induces rapine. It had 
been the rapine of kings and barons that was 
paramount. Now it was becoming the rapine 
of the people. The only way that he could see 
to act was to help check the rapine of the 
present; to aid in turning activities, not into 
generosity; but into justice. How was that 
to be done? The kings seemed no longer to 
have the power to breast the waves to their 
own personal safety. The only remedy he 
could think of was to summon all who knew 
of their Interior Defense from whatever 
place in life and create a new aristocracy — 
the aristocracy of constructiveness and 
worth. 

He approached the king. 

*'The Princess Amelia is the apple of my 
eye." The king shook hands in friendly demo- 
cratic fashion. ''We must stop these outra- 
ges. With such men at large, we are all in 
danger. See, I am making the city bristle 
with cannon. The slums are to be searched. 
When found, these men are to be put to the 
cannon's mouth and split to pieces." 

''Already they are that, sire." The bodies 
of all but one of your daughter's abductors, 
are disintegrated to dissolution by the rend- 
ing, within them, of their evil thoughts. 
These are the most telling cannon the world 
has. All but one went rnad on the highway. 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 101 

They fell on one another with fearful mouth- 
ings and disputes and recriminations. When 
I left them, already, they were fighting to the 
death. May I tell you, sire, that cannon are 
the least of all weapons of defense and of 
deliverance. Necessary, they may be, now, as 
objective lessons to the moon men and the 
earth men, of what power means; but they 
are really nothing. They but disintegrate the 
shell. The mind goes on. The silken cord 
these men are trying to find still holds in- 
tact the causes with the effects those causes 
have set up. May I say, sire, there must be 
new causes?" 

"That must mean the disintegration of all 
present systems." The king was very 
thoughtful. 'T have heard that all talked 
over and called out in the market places 
where I have gone disguised, to listen. Are 
you one of these disrupters of social sys- 
tems?" 

'T am a policeman." Biocletes smiled a 
quiet amused little smile. 

''A strange policeman, truly," laughed the 
king. "Come, sit with me in my carriage and 
talk with me while these preparations are 
going on. Tell me all you can to throw light 
on these terrible complications of life. Tell 
me what you see, as policeman ,and what you 
see as within yourself." 

"King, these men who have tried to gain 
possession of the silken cord through the 
person of your daughter and her will, are 



102 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

moon men. They see things upside down. I 
have been one. I know whereof I speak. Can- 
non will splinter only bodies. The upside 
down of the mind still goes on. That mind 
they will continue to project into the minds 
of others, to the same untoward end. They 
are tied by the silken cord." 

The king looked at him penetratingly. 

''What do you know of the silken cord?'* 

"I know!" said Biocletes simply. ''These 
men think upside down. Others in the world 
think not at all. They, too, will be splintered 
by the cannon and the shrapnel; but the 
silken cord will still hold them to you — the 
effect to the cause." 

"Do you mean I am the cause of all this 
horror I see about me?" 

"You are one of the effects of the cause, 
so, one of the causes of the present effects." 

"What can I do?" 

"As an individual, little other than to bear 
constantly in mind and action, that your 
defense is within you. They who see upside 
down will soon absorb, and, in their mad- 
ness, destroy those who see not at all, and 
increase, by so much, their force. Still, they 
will be tied to you and you to them, by the 
same silken cord — the cord of cause and ef- 
fect." 

"May not we, too, think upside down? 
Why should we be at one end of the cord 
and they at the other?" 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 103 

*'You are linked to what you and yours 
have done. You are Hnked to what these 
others have done and are going to do." 

''What can I do?" repeated the king. 

''x\t present, leave these cannon here as an 
objective expression of a force that, from 
time immemorial has made causes. Then send 
a far call from The Source. They who recog- 
nize the banner as their own will come from 
the mountains and the valleys, the castles 
and the slums of the earth. They will show 
themselves apart from the moon men and the 
earth men. They are the sun men who shall 
make a new heaven cause for a new earth. 
These shall stand behind the cannon and 
their speech shall be greater than the thun- 
derings of gunpowder. It shall give impetus 
to its charge and direction to its blow. The 
power of their forces shall rest, not in rapine 
nor in killing, nor in communism nor in jeal- 
ousy nor in lust; but in holding together 
what you and yours have brought the earth 
in beauty and prosperity and increasing its 
value through the willing work of their 
hands." 

"We shall die!" 

''As earth men, yes. What matters that if 
we are to be sun men ! I was a moon man. I 
saw things upside down. Now I am an earth 
man. I see things as they are. I am on the 
way to being a sun man who sees things as 
they are to be, working justly and according 
to law, to a royal consummation. I will stand 



104 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

with you. I will answer your call from The 

Source." 

''How shall I send the far cry?" 

'The Source will send it. Give orders that 

all shall listen. The Source will speak to all. 

They, who, like Samuel, are listening, they 

shall surely hear." 



CHAPTER XV 

The preparations for killing with cannon 
went on. Watchmen were set in the towers; 
but Biocletes went back to his position in 
the market square. There, day after day he 
watched, attentive to — oh, so much no one 
else saw, because, having been a moon man, 
he knew how the moon men saw, and being, 
now, an earth man, could translate what 
they saw into what really is. Being still in 
the hands of the citizens of wits, nourished 
by the chemicalizing of the lungs, strength- 
ened and warmed by the advices of the heart, 
always within the call of The Source, he was, 
in very truth, becoming a sun man, son of 
the Real Father who knew him and whom he 
was beginning to know. 

He knew what he was set to find in the 
square of Grab-and-Get-Some. Day after 
day, month after month he stood there, ful- 
filling the usual duties of assisting the young, 
the old, the heavy-laden through the busy 
thoroughfare, quelling disturbances, keeping 
the peace to outward apperances, bringing 
order out of the turmoil about him. With 
mind never asleep, always alert, he listened 
to the call of The Source, till men on the 
force said he was a wizard who could tell 
what was going to happen before it came to 



106 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

pass and thus turn many a possible disaster 
into a public benefit. 

The citizens of wits and the republic of 
the heart, added teacher after teacher to the 
corps that long had been training Biocletes. 
One day, a new voice spoke to him. 

This voice taught him lessons different 
from even the finest and best of the other 
teachers. Had he not been listening very 
intently, he would not have heard the voice. 
Had he not been listening intelligently, he 
would have thought some of the teachings to 
be nonsense. Now he almost always listened. 
The lessons never came in specific directions 
to be blindly obeyed, and never in commands. 
There was always some delicate or forceful 
suggestion, as the case might be, presented 
to his intelligence for him to reject or to 
accept. Always, it was left for him to work 
out the details. 

This day, the lesson came from this won- 
derful soul teacher like a sweet song, beauti- 
ful in the simplicity of its utterance: 

"Eye hath not seen; ear hath not heard; 
neither hath it entered into the heart of man, 
the things prepared for them that love 
HIM." 



CHAPTER XVI 

It was just before the electric lights were 
flashed on in the square, that the granite 
gray policeman quickly left his post. Since 
his prompt action had saved the Princess 
Amelia, he had been allowed to follow his 
own dictates. He had been facing the setting 
sun. It had seemed to hang for a moment 
over the battlements of the castle before it 
disappeared. He had been watching it, no 
longer with fear but with love, and a deter- 
mination that never again would he run from 
anything. Every night he faced the sun be- 
cause once he had turned from it in fear. 

Tonight, it seemed to give him benison. 
In his soul, he heard the far call of the king 
as he sent forth his cry to those who knew 
the Source of their defense, to make ready to 
respond to the summons of that Source, and, 
as sun men, to rally together, letting the 
moon and earth men shred themselves and 
each other to pieces if they would. 

The sun had sent long, long rays far into 
the world before it dropped. One ray, like a 
finger, seemed longer and more insistent 
than the rest. Then a sudden gloom fell on 
the square for the lights were late in being 
flashed on. Biocletes suddenly left the spot 
where he stood, turned, after all, and ran 



i08 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

away from the sun, into the shadows that 
were falling, into dense shrubbery, that the 
long last finger of the sun, had seemed, the 
most insistently, to pierce. 

Into the copse he flew with his old moon- 
beam speed, to the spot where a cannon stood 
concealed. 

With clearly directed action, he tore away 
something that was strapped across its 
mouth with a silken cord. 

Glancing along the barrel, he saw a man 
in the act of lighting the fuse. It was the 
yew hedge man. Biocletes looked into his 
eyes. 

In a moment, the man mouthed and gib- 
bered. 

"I am moon mad!" he leered, and began to 
tear his body with horrid clawings, as he 
howled and cried. 

Biocletes looked down upon the burden in 
his arms, the silken cord that was attached 
to it, trailing on to the body of the writhing 
man. 

He looked into the face of the Princess 
Amelia. 

"I have seen you before,'' she said looking 
up at him with perfect trust. 
"Where?" said Biocletes. 
"In my heart," said Amelia happily. 
"Why do you follow the yew hedge man?" 
"He makes me." 
"How?" 
"He keeps telling me I owe it to the suf- 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 109 

fering and the poor to sacrifice myself to 
their interests until I think the suggestion 
is from my own mind." 

''How did he explain that sacrificing your- 
self unto a useless death would help them in 
their poverty and suffering? That may not 
be unless you give your life to translating to 
them the difference between The Great Prin- 
ciple and v^^him, liberty and license." 

''He said my death would give into their 
hands, the silken cord." 

"O Ladv, where were You — Your Self?" 

"Asleep." 

"Why did you not listen to your Source. 
You know you have one." 

"I could not hear its voice. The auricles of 
my mind were clogged with the dictates and 
opinions of others until all I did with my 
mind was to let it be put to sleep by others 
while with the body I followed blindly, men- 
acing and jargonned vituperations. I could 
not see that useless dying does not compen- 
sate for useless living." 

Biocletes drew forth a little leathern bag 
that was suspended about his neck, so close 
to his heart that the pulsations of that sturdy 
friend acquainted him, always, of its safety. 

He took from it — Amelia watching, won- 
dering, the while — the princess' diamond. 

"I return this to you. It is yours," he said, 
gravely and tenderly. 

She fingered the royal jewel carelessly but 
with surprise. 



110 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

"It is the diamond I lost while playing with 
my kitten. You found it. You should have 
it. Take it." 

'1 thank you for the graciousness of the 
thought but I may not. That stone is your 
responsibility. Gladly, for your sake, would 
I relieve you of its burden; but each must 
wear his own, even as, about each one, must 
his own silken cord be tied. Your respon- 
sibility is in the form of a brilliant diamond. 
Mine is in the granite gray uniform of a 
policeman." 

''And I played ball with my kitten with it !" 
Amelia was appalled. 

They moved away; but the silken cord had 
fastened its other end into the shredded body 
of the man still gibbering out his life, though 
the body was splintered beyond recall or 
recognition. As the princess moved, the body 
was dragged along by her. 

"Tear off this cord," she screamed. "Al- 
ways, it has brought me horror upon hor- 
ror." 

She showed signs of fainting. Biocletes 
placed the diamond before her eyes. 

Just then, the electric lights were flashed 
on. The light was refracted from the jewel's 
many facets. It sparkled into her eyes. 

The light revived her. She shook herself 
and stood upon her feet. 

"A greater, even, than the sun, shall re- 
veal your path to you,'' whispered Biocletes. 
"For each greater occasion, he sends a 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 111 

greater leader. The moon, the earth, elec- 
tricity, the sun have been my mentors. Now, 
I read in them all, messages from The 
Source." 

''Take away from me the body of this 
death!'' Unconsciously, she paraphrased a 
geat teacher, as, loathingly, she turned from 
the quivering body that writhed as a serpent 
writhes till the sundown of the day it is 
slain. 

"I can not. It is tied to you with the cord 
that binds cause with effect." 

"I am no cause ! I have done none of these 
things which have brought these present ef- 
fects! I have but followed the directions of 
my heritage and when I was told these direc- 
tions were wrong, blindly I followed the 
mentor who told me so ! I did not order these 
cannon here!" 

"You are an effect of that cause." 

*T will be good," she said pitifully, like a 
frightened child. 

"You are good!" He bent with exquisite 
love and kissed her, embracing her beautiful 
body, reading the heart of her soul through 
her lovely eyes. 

"Will not goodness release me?" She was 
assured by his caress and, though still afraid, 
nestled closely to him. 

"No," he said sadly, "No!" 

"What will?" 

"The Source will tell you, not I !" 

As she moved, once more she felt the pull 



112 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

of the dreadful thing, as she had not felt it 
for the moment. 

"I can not walk with this horror trailing 
behind me," she screamed. 

Again Biocletes held the diamond before 
her. It had grown larger. It flashed its bril- 
liance into her eyes with the refracted light 
from many more facets. 

''If it is larger, it is also finer." Biocletes 
whispered. 

Again Amelia stood erect. 

"Shall we ride home?" said the policeman 
to the princess. 

' Let us walk," said Amelia. So, together, 
they walked to the entrance of the castle. 



CHAPTER XVII 

The castle guards fled crying before Bio- 
cletes and his companion as they beheld the 
dreadful thing that dragged along behind 
their beautiful princess. The king, hearing 
the commotion, ran to the outer door. Ap- 
palled, he looked uncomprehendingly. 

"What does this mean?" he said hoarsely. 

'Tather, it is the result ! The result !" 

The king turned to Biocletes. 

"I have brought you, sire," said the police- 
man, "the daughter whom you love, from the 
mouth of the cannon you ordered to be placed 
for her protection. She was bound to it by 
this silken cord. As I tore her from the 
mouth the other end of the cord fell on to 
the body of this man who was lighting the 
fuse. It will not be separate from him." 

*'The cord of cause and effect," groaned 
the king. "What are we to do?" 

The mangled body of the fallen man had 
been lying still, so still that all knew him to 
be dead. It stirred and writhed again. 

"What do!" it called, "Get out of the moon 
and earth notion that I am dead. I live! I 
gibber! I still hold on to the end of the 
cord." 

"Transfer yourself to me," said the king. 
"The princess has done no harm! She has 



114 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

ever been kind, and obedient to those in au- 
thority. If she played with a diamond worth 
a kingdom, she did it unwittingly. Tie your- 
self to me!" 

'The cord of cause and effect makes no 
skips," gibbered the moon mind, ''I am learn- 
ing things now that my body is shredded and 
is what you call, dead, so that I no longer 
depend on it, but on what has kept it going 
all this time. You can not transfer her res- 
ponsibility nor take one jot nor tittle from 
her. She is the last expression, the gatherings 
together of what hers and yours have done." 

The mutilated corpse of the moon man 
laughed and writhed again. 

''And YOU are the result of what you and 
yours have done!" said Biocletes sternly, as 
the king groaned and looked down at the 
bestial face of that, to which, he, through 
his daughter, was linked. 

"Get you gone." Biocletes spoke as one 
having authority. "You, too, are the cause of 
an effect — the effect of centuries of irrespon- 
sibility, jealousy, hatred, spleen and greed!" 

"There shall be no more kings," roared the 
moon mind. "They are despots! They shall 
die! and all their brood. The beauty they 
have built up shall rot on the landscape! If 
one knows more than another, he shall be 
crucified! If one works more than another, 
he shall be flayed! If one eats and drinks 
more than another, he shall die!" 

"What are you talking about! You have 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 115 

seen that one does not die! One only sheds 
one's coat. You are still tied to the princess 
and to hers as much as ever she is tied to you ! 
You are as much responsible for her and 
their autocracy as they are responsible for 
you and your degradation. They have never 
degraded you! You have degraded your- 
selves ! In the beginning, had not some of 
your forebears v^eakened, you vv^ould be rul- 
ing as these hated kings have done. If your 
face does not belie you, you would be ruling 
with rapine and murder, instead of, as this 
king has done, with justice and mercy and 
wisdom." 

"Yes we are tied together! I want to get 
rid of that woman as much as she wants to 
get rid of me. I want to get away where I 
can spread my ideas among the millions you 
can not see." 

"The cord will not be broken nor the bur- 
den at the other end released! It will be 
unseen! That will be the more horrible!" 
Amelia shivered and ceased speaking. The 
king groaned. 

"Give it to me !" he said again and again. 
But no one answered him. 

"I will take my responsibility," said Am- 
elia suddenly, "Come, brother, stand up by 
me! Be my equal! You are my equal! Stand! 
We will share equally, our crust of bread." 

The corpse shrieked with glee. 

"Now indeed, you are becoming a moon 
mad man and are seeing things upside down. 



116 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

I can see that, myself, now. Are we equal? 
Does saying so, make it so? I, with blood 
and venom in me, you, with purity and 
sweetness ! Don't be a fool !" 

'The Source! The Source! cried Biocletes. 
"Princess Amelia, your defense is within 
you ! O king, summon the sun men who know 
their Source." * * 

The three stood still in the soft light of 
the garden, into which, long ago, Biocletes 
had been led by the water sprite. The noble 
mother stood beside the husband, now, and 
many of the courtiers and the serving men. 
Others, like vipers, slunk into the dark fast- 
nesses of the forest beyond, or, like basilisks, 
circled the garden and tried by breath and 
look to blast the coming day. The noisome 
thing that had writhed at the feet of the 
princess, lay still. 

"'The Source!" cried the king. ''Come, ye 
sun men who know your Source!" 



CHAPTER XVIII 

They came ! 

Above the smoke of the cannon, from out 
the hearts of the poppies of Flanders, from 
the plains of Verdun, the forests of Thierry, 
from out the palaces of Petrograd, the mines 
of Siberia, from out the slums of London, 
Paris and New York as well as from the tem- 
ples of all creeds and beliefs ; from the homes 
of the wealthy and the honored and the 
hovels of the poor and unstudied alike, mar- 
shalled the hosts of the sun men. 

From the beginning, they came. Side by 
side they stood by the millions upon millions, 
the children of the Sun, who knew their 
Source. 

Then from out the hearts of the poppies 
of Flanders, from the plains of Verdun, the 
forests of Thierry, from out the palaces of 
Petrograd, the mines of Siberia, from out 
the slums of London, Paris and New York, 
as well as from out the temples of all creeds 
and beliefs; from the homes of the wealthy 
and the honored and the hovels of the poor 
and unstudied, marshalled other hosts. 

From the beginning they came. Side by 
side they stood by the millions — the moon 
mad men who saw things upside down, the 



118 WHERE THE SUN SHINES 

crazed earth men, who, frenzied with condi- 
tions, strove with blood for blood and rapine 
for rapine to straighten out things as they 
are. 



CHAPTER XIX 

All the devices of man's brain, spent their 
wrath. Cannon boomed; gasses filled the 
spaces that belong to the life sustaining air. 
Millions were felled. But nothing injured the 
cord of cause and effect. 

Behind the bellowing of crazed men, the 
shrieking of shrapnel, the crashing of battle, 
there were the lust of conquest ; the greed for 
possession; the revenge of jealous souls. 

Yes, but also back of, and within the bel- 
lowing of shrapnel and of cannon was the 
glad cry of those who knew their Source. 
Not one of these turned from the responsi- 
bility that cause had placed upon them. Not 
cne quavered. As body after body fell, each 
rose again. 

"A man all light, a seraph man 
On every corse there stood." 
With new strong bodies, the tired outer 
shell cast off; with forces stronger; think- 
ing and seeing powers clearer, they stood. 
The light of The Source in their faces was 
brighter than the noonday. It dazzled the 
moon mad men, frightened them. Even in 
their madness they knew that it is the Sun 
that gives light to the moon and life unto the 
earth. Here and there, by ones and in 
groups, moon men and earth men turned, as 
Biocletes had done, and faced the Sun, that, 
rising, shone and seemed to stand still. 



CHAPTER XX 

When there had come a lull in the con- 
vict Biocletes looked about him for Amelia. 
She stood beside him. The diamond, with 
which she had played ball with the kitten, 
shone larger and brighter than ever before 
with millions of facets, each refracting light. 

He looked behind her. The loathsome shell 
that had been her responsibility, had disap- 
peared; but fine spun shafts of light, with 
her, as a centre, radiated from her. The ends 
could not be seen, but visioned along their 
way, results born of righteous causes. 

The sun men, who knew their Source, 
stood together, in soul, upon the mountain 
tops though they were seen in all the marts 
of trade and in the governmental halls. Fol- 
lowing the perfect cause, The Source, they 
commanded all the valleys of the moon and 
of the earth, seeing life come forth from the 
poppies of Flanders, from the forests of 
Thierry, from the slums and the palaces of 
the earth. 

Uncertainly moving, like fading moon- 
beams ; squirming like worms, lay or moved 
or fought or raged the moon men and the 
men of earth. 

Phalanxed together, responsibility shining 
like a glory on their brows; with beauty, util- 



WHERE THE SUN SHINES 121 

ity and joyous response to the power within, 
stood Biocletes, the Princess Amelia, and all 
who had gathered from the farthermost 
parts of the world, at the summons of the 
Source, clothed upon with the Sun. 

Even as these stood there, the contending, 
the raging, the squirming, as of earth 
worms; the inconsequential wanderings, as 
of moonbeams, felt the effects of the Great 
Light, and turned their backs, and slunk or 
ran away. 

Thus, clothed upon with Light, Amelia and 
Biocletes faced the Sun and his cohorts. 

"Follow me, my children of Light," he 
called to them, "1 have led you, daily, more 
closely to yourselves. For, the Kingdom is 
within you." 

THE END 



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